Greetings & Salutations, my future followers!

In 2010, I had a blog and would post essays all the time.  In 2012, I took it down never gave it another thought.  I guess when I'm busy making plans, life takes its own direction.  There will be a wide variety of entries; poems, lyrics, funny film scenes.  And, then there will be the real entries.  

You know the ones I mean, life stuff...  

People who know me, know that I tend to not have a filter and usually don’t think things through.  That’s what makes me unpredictable, so expect the unexpected and know there will be entries that will be raw and emotional and leave me vulnerable, and some might even make you laugh and feel good.   
If you want to "get away" for a minute, follow me on this journey. Tell your friends and they'll tell they're friends, and so on and so on.  (If you're over 50, you know this sounds like the VO5 commercial, right?)  

And, if there is something you would like me to write about, don't hesitate to put it out there.  I enjoy gettin…

The Day I Became an Adult (part 1)

May 2016
Dad fell and suffered a severe brain injury.  I'm on the way to Rockville to meet my sister and mother.  The plane just isn't flying fast enough.

May 2016
The rain pounds the metal roof of my car as the drops slowly fall onto the windshield.  The rolling thunder keeps the beat of the wipers; back-and-forth, back-and-forth, back-and-forth.  Big raindrops splatter and it seems like one drop equals a puddle. 

I stand outside with my face to the sky.  The raindrops become my tears.  Life as I know it has forever changed. 
June 1, 2016
I'm getting a new tattoo. "You may not remember, but I'll never forget."  Dad hates tattoos as much as I hate dementia.

July 13, 2016
I got to Facetime with Dad, today.  The Rabbi called from the rehab center so that he could see my face and I could see his.  It was a beautiful sight. 

I said, "I love you," and he said "I love you and I've always loved you."

Wait, was he talking to me, his daughter, or did he th…

Just Write

My mother was staring at me.  
"What?" I asked.  
"Write," she spoke quietly.  "Just write.  You used to do that all the time."
"But, Mom, what if I have nothing to write about?"
"The words will come.  Just write," she closed her eyes slowly.  Her lips mouthed the words, "promise me."   
And, with that, she was asleep.