very special eyes

In case you haven’t noticed, I have special eyes; which is a nice way of stating the obvious…I wear some pretty thick glasses so that I might be able to see. No, not correctable to 20/20. I don’t think my vision has ever been corrected to 20/20 vision. No, that does not make me “legally blind” like so many people claim that they are…as they seem to function just fine without their glasses and can read well below that top line of the Snellen Chart. Because I imagine that inquiring minds want to know, with glasses for my special eyes I can easily read line 6…line 7 if I squint and perhaps guess just a little. Of course that means that I am not “legally blind”. I’m not even a person living with low vision (yet) and thank goodness for that.

I saw my ophthalmologist last week for my usual eye exam. Good news! My vision is relatively stable with only minor changes in correction needed. Hurray for that! Of course the challenge is finding the right frames and trying not to faint from the sticker shock even with vision coverage…which doesn’t cover much for those of us with “special eyes”. If only someone like me could just order glasses from or Warby Parker or even Costco. Alas, no. Most discount opticians can only accept prescriptions of -12.0 and greater. Mine is -14.5 and -14.0. Again, I remind myself how lucky I am that my almost low vision is correctable and that I have vision coverage that pays for about half the cost of my eyeglasses.

And after I wrote that check for my new pair of glasses, Jodie shared with me her work with Delta Gamma Foundation and their Service for Sight Mission.

Watching this video I am reminded again how fortunate I am living with my special eyes.

Next month, the Gamma Phi chapter of Delta Gamma at Arizona State University will be holding their second annual Anchor Splash® to benefit the Delta Gamma Foundation. It will be held on October 17th, 2015 at the Sun Devil Fitness Complex Pool.
Anchor Splash® is a swimming competition involving men’s and women’s fraternities, service and social clubs, sports clubs, dormitories, and campus interest groups. Multiple chapters across the United States and Canada have sponsored this type of event, which enable the Delta Gamma Foundation to give grants locally and nationally to those who share their Service for Sight Mission.

Yes, this means that I am now a sorority mom. I’m proud that my daughter has chosen to participate with an organization that emphasizes service and the desire to Do Good along with everything else she must juggle with life at Arizona State so of course I am sharing here the opportunity for us to join them in doing a little bit of good for those with very special eyes.

The Delta Gamma Foundation is, by law, a 501C3 entity and your gift is tax deductible. The Delta Gamma Foundation also accepts matching gifts for your tax deductible contribution. Thank You and together we will Do Good.

shifted revolutions

Late one August night in 2001, I had an emotional crisis which my darling husband had to talk me down from and hug it out. My then youngest child, my sunshine-y, happy baby girl who was slumbering peacefully in the room next door was going to be starting kindergarten the next morning. No doubt she was having happy, sweet, sunshine-y dreams about her very first day of kindergarten because that was all that she chirped about as I bathed her, brushed her golden hair and tucked her into bed with kisses and hugs. She could not wait.

But me? I had resolved that she wouldn’t be starting kindergarten after all. That’s right. It was settled, I told my darling husband. Jodie would not be going to school.

But…Bill countered…she has to go to school.

No. No she does not. School will ruin her. Look what it has done to our 14 year old first born…a perfectly normal adolescent who would rather chew ground glass than hang out with mom and dad because

Oh my gawd! Mom! Dad! No!!

She used to love and adore us like the sun and the moon that rose and set for her every day. The she went to school.. It’s too late for her and Zoë and Abby but we can save this one. No school for her. I am the center of her universe. She is Mommy’s baby girl. She even still calls me Mommy. School willI ruin it all. No school for her.

I told you it was a crisis.

Bill obviously talked me out of it because Jodie did happily skip off to Miss Smith’s bright classroom the next morning. Our then teenager continued to put us through the paces but we all survived…as we have survived three more teenagers. And yes, the center of Jodie’s universe did shift as it did with all of my children.

Dammit school!

So now I start to adjust to the fact that my third circus clown has left The Big Top…and her empty room…and the even quieter circus tent…and remembering not to set a place for her at the table…and on and on… I’m going to be okay…I think…and then Laurie shares I was the sun, and the kids were my planets and…



I’m a mess all over again because Beverly Beckham is right. When Hollie left the first time and then left the second time with Hazel and when Zoë left and now Jodie it has been the end.

I was the sun and they were the planets. And there was life on those planets, whirling, nonstop plans and parties and friends coming and going, and ideas and dreams and the phone ringing and doors slamming.

And I got to beam down on them. To watch. To glow.

And then they were gone, one after the other.

Yes, they do come back but it is never the same, noisy, chaotic, busy circus that was life under The Big Top when I was the sun and they were my planets.

life distracts

No apologies, just acknowledging that living life day to day sometimes will distract.

Doctors’ appointments and wondering what pediatrician’s office doesn’t have these germ encrusted toys that our kids always want to play with? Sorry, some things micro preemie moms just never let go even when their extremely premature baby is now a teenager.

Road trips…for more doctors’ office visits.

Exhausting they are…completely.

Back to school adventures begin and we pause wondering how in the world can she be in SECOND GRADE??!!

And how can she possibly be hundreds of miles from home starting college which includes a class studying Orange Is The New Black? She better ace that class. I mean it.

Then there’s work…

and laundry…yes, still…

Life distracts from taking the time to sit down and write about life and I offer no apology because life distracts…and because I have several loads of laundry waiting to be folded.

One would imagine that with only 2 of my 5 children remaining here under The Big Top that there would be so much less to juggle. One would be wrong.

Give me a sec to adjust this juggling act.

moving back to school

Yes, we are back from my sister’s wedding. Yes, it was absolutely wonderful! Yes, my sister was absolutely the loveliest bride. Yes, the whole family had a great time making great memories. Yes, there are pictures to share. No, I haven’t begun to sort and edit them. Yes, that means that I am not quite ready to share them all.


I have some unpacking to finish and, of course, laundry too.

But first…

Daniel’s first day of school…two days after the official first day of school.

Seventh grade life, people!

I’m not sure what to think of this smile of his right now.

Seventh grade life, people!

Best thing about seventh grade so far? His 5th grade mainstream teacher is his 7th grade mainstream teacher. His homeroom teacher is hot. Instead of recess he has BRUNCH and BREAK because this is 7th grade, mom.

Oh, 7th grade life!

It’s going to be a good year.

And then there is this…

I cried just a little looking at all of this and more that is moving to Arizona with my baby girl mainly because I can’t be there to help her move in…and hover just a little…or perhaps a lot because this is my youngest daughter.

Zelda, after closer inspection, thinks this is pretty much bullshit…she’s taking the big fluffy pillows and comforter!!! Now what am I going to lie on while I nap in the warm morning sunshine??!! You can’t FaceTime fluffy pillows and bedding!

or her hugs that she so willingly gives all the time every day. You’re right, Zelda. This is bullshit.


I’m so excited for her next adventure but dammit, I’m going to miss her while she’s gone. ASU, you better be very good to my baby, my love, my heart, my joy!

not together, celebrating

Right after dropping Daniel off at school, I received a phone call from this beauty.

Happy anniversary, Mommy!

Awe! She remembered! Then again, how could she not since she crashed our anniversary party nineteen years ago today. Of course I wished her a very happy birthday because she remains my baby, my love, my heart, my joy…something that I have called her since the day that she was born.

So we are celebrating.

Celebrating that 32 years ago when this guy said let’s get married, I said okay. Even more so, given our misadventures that happened this past February, we are celebrating the fact that we get to celebrate 32 years together. Oh, and we get to celebrate the fact that time does not stand still as our darling daughter #4, Jodie Grace Wynonna, is now 19 years old!

Just not together today…for the first time…ever.


I guess she is preparing me for when she moves to Arizona.