Inside Out

  I sit in the corner of the exam room watching the nurse palpate my sister’s breast. My own hand rests upon my belly feeling the steady thump of the child inside. We each have something growing inside us. We are each waiting to find out its name. Only I get to choose. Cells divide at a remarkably rapid rate. People ask us the same questions: When did you find out? How big is it? Read More …

A Measure of Success

My 25th college reunion is approaching. Whether or not I will attend has more to do with timing and finances than anything else, but I can’t help but wonder what I would talk about with friends and classmates long forgotten. It is a question which leads me to review exactly what have I been up to. What did I do just after college? What have I accomplished since? What am I doing now and where Read More …

47 and Counting

Today was my birthday. My 47th birthday to be exact and I will admit to not having been too excited about it. Not because I am unhappy about getting older; I don’t think I have ever been distressed by the numbers. It is just that I find birthdays to come with an enormous amount of pressure. “What are you doing for your birthday?” “Have anything special planned?” We are programmed to expect something amazing from Read More …

Yesterday Mourning

This morning brought terrible news. My friends’ son, away at college, died from a seizure and was found yesterday morning by his roommate. This is a tragic loss, for his parents, his siblings and his many friends. And while his death, their loss, is not about me, it has stirred in me more feelings than I could have imagined. The first has been shared by the community as a whole. We are all shocked to Read More …

Love Can Be Found in the Strangest of Places

When my husband and I moved into our first apartment together he was in grad school. I was not yet working so I was in charge of unpacking while he was at class. After several days of sorting through boxes I noticed that he had placed a small brown vase full of potpourri on the mantle. I am not a fan of potpourri nor was I happy with the ugly brown vase being so prominently Read More …