Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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I’ve decided Natasha Bedingfield’s, "Unwritten," (by Natasha, Danielle Brisebois, and Wayne Rodrigues) is my theme song. I was lukewarm about the song until I listened to the lyrics and thought to myself, "How did she know?" – they so accurately reflect how I feel in these days sliding down to my…
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"You’re moving away from being a ‘mom’ mom to a ‘cool’ mom," my oldest son Tommy told me this past weekend. A warning bell clanged in my head at the term "cool mom." Why would Tommy think I was becoming like those moms who bought beer for their teenagers, or let…
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My dear friend Nancy wrote this poem in her twenties. I liked it so much I asked permission to post it on my site. Check out more of her writing on the blog "Tidal Crossings" she just started (see the link on my main page)… Transitions penned Summer of ’88 by Nancy Sells (Nordstrom-Pawelek) The…
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"It’s after noon! What are you doing still in your nightgown?" Tom asked me. I was as surprised as he was. Sitting at the computer, I had lost track of time. "This would never have happened in my previous life," I told him. From the time I could dress myself until…
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Someone asked me the other day how I had lost weight, and one of my dearest friends answered, "She quit eating." She winked at me – I knew she was just messing with me, because we were at a graduation celebration and I was eating from a plateful of 'celebration' food…
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TG is sleeping. She had her wisdom teeth removed this morning. I have the kitchen timer set so that every twenty minutes, I pull a frozen gelpack from the freezer and wrap it in a towel. I gently lift her head to remove the warm one, then rest the coldest one on the opposite side…
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This is a big step for me – putting my thoughts out there for anyone…or no one…to read. Why am I doing it? I think it’s to satisfy my conflicting needs of writing (a solitary journey) and connecting with other people. I really have no idea what I’m doing yet, so it will be fun…
Long Hollow 