In The Eye of a Hurricane

I dropped my dance mom basket this week. The members of the youth theatre board on which I serve discuss wearing different “hats.” Because we are stage parents as well as administrative board members, we have to be careful to distinguish what role we are playing. If I am talking to another parent / board…

On Grieving, Celebrating, Writing, & Auditioning

This is a piece I wrote for the alternative local news site J created and maintains, for which I now work. It is a personal story of my experience of the celebration of life service for a beloved choral director. It is published, with additional photos, here. What was so valuable for me in writing this…

Hello, It’s Me (Part 2)

So there we were, me hauling costumes and my purse; Zo with her book bag on her back and pulling the supplies bag behind her like a caboose. A wave of sick heat rolled over me, with that horrible certainty as your stomach contents rise toward your throat. “Zo, I’m going to throw up.” And…

Everything Is Horrible – I mean, Fine!!!

My stomach hurts. J has resigned and is wrapping up his cases. And looking for a new job. The changes and our tension make the girls nervous and they are acting out, making it difficult for us to get anything done. We all have colds. I have a fever. And cold sores, which I get…

A Tree Grows In Ohio

Today I ended up getting the worst headache I’ve had in months, severity-wise. I haven’t been sleeping well and didn’t make it to the girls’ joint birthday party. And the dread and constant worry of poverty. Feeling really hopeless right now, and know my only job in the world is to make my children feel…

Brave Like My Zo

She did great today. There were some tough moments, mostly involving taking medicine, and she is struggling a bit now. But when she awoke from the anesthesia, she did not cry. “She hasn’t made one peep,” the nurse said when she came to get us.

My Body’s Betrayal – a prose poem

“I have no idea what I’m talking about / I am trapped in this body and can’t get out”  — Thom Yorke An empty husk, sunk into a permanent hollow in the flannel sheet and mattress A mattress that used to be his mother’s Everything here used to belong to someone else, myself included. Perhaps not…

I love my dog part 2

It’s amazing how any time I manage to write about something positive, there is an equal and opposite reaction to contradict what I’ve expressed to the world. Because I was down, the night got crazy. Both my mother-in-law and my dad had to come over at different times which worked Asia up. Then she probably…

My Own Catch-22

My long-awaited appointment with my neurologist, whom I saw for migraine for at least ten years before switching to Dr. H, is approaching on Tuesday. It took me months to get in with her; I’m a new patient again. I am unaccountably nervous. So much depends upon this appointment. Are her treatment methods still the…

Anger, again

You can’t give up when you have children. On Wednesday, Mitt Romney visited the Community Center where I work. It was four days of intense, horrible, exciting insanity. The next day we all were worn out, with headaches, of course myself included. After being at work for only about 40 minutes, however, my head pain…