A year ago yesterday, I said my “unofficial” good bye to my grandma. The circumstances were a bit of a fluke. I had mindlessly forgotten my bag at my parents’ house after a chaotic Christmas day spent with family. I left my son’s hockey tournament to retrieve it with my daughter by my side. She
Life is funny, and tends to have a way of working out (for the most part), if we simply set our minds on goals and work to achieve them.
My Grandma. Here we are today. Saying good-bye. My heart is broken. And although I am grateful for all the time we had together, I know I will spend the rest of my life missing her.
When I was sixteen years old, a series of poor choices resulted in my getting arrested. The punishment designated by the court was 100 hours of community service, overseen by Reverend William T. Federici of First Congregational Church. Unphased and unrepentant, I showed up (late, of course) for my first day of service straight from the beach: barefoot, sand covered, and bathing suit clad. Rev. Federici said not a word about what brought me to his office, and set about drawing me a diagram detailing the direct connection between the mind and the heart. He explained something called “the heart of the perfection of wisdom,” and advised that I needed not just to open, but to empty the negative thoughts cluttering my mind. For a disaffected teenager, it was quite a concept.
I have a date with death: April 3, 2017. It’s not as ominous as it sounds, though – in fact I think it’s going to be a wonderful day. This will be my first day as a hospice nurse. Early into my maternity clinical rotation at NYU, I decided I should be a Labor and Delivery RN. Having
Last week I had the wind knocked out of me when I learned of a childhood friend’s shocking and tragic passing. I’m stuck in the memories of his unique and hilarious personality. Catholic school crushes. Soccer sideline shenanigans. High school honors classes. His ever present and sweet parents. His lovely sister, a teammate of mine.
Twenty years ago, I walked into dog rescue quite literally by accident. While home from France for the winter holidays, I went with my bestie Carey to the Connecticut Humane Society to help search for her first dog. Initially reluctant to join her, I thought seeing all the undeservingly homeless dogs would break my heart. Which, predictably, it
It’s never too early in the season to start talking about creepy Halloween-oriented stuff, amirite? I can’t say why, but I’ve always been intrigued by the more macabre aspects of life and artistic renderings of such, of which there are many. I know I’m not the only weirdo who gets a slight thrill from being
Recently Honey and I have been decluttering the basement in preparation for finishing it as another living space at some point in the future. We’ve made great strides with getting rid of all the stuff we just don’t need anymore. Something tells me that if we haven’t unpacked the box in the almost 3 years
My friend died last week. He was diagnosed with lung cancer 3.5 years ago, but underwent several courses of experimental treatment and was doing remarkably well for a long time. Then he wasn’t. I met my friend 23 years ago, when I started my job at one of Connecticut’s legal aid organizations. I was so
