the cool kids

This might quite possibly be the only time ever that I was one of the cool kids.

…the cool kids of the Borough of Ben Avon, circa 1969.

I miss you, my brother. You’re supposed to be celebrating or regretting turning 54 years old today. But you’re not. Thirteen years now. Miss you, still.

Not only had my brother disappeared, but–and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.

John Corey Whaley ~ When Things Come Back

keeping balance

Mom is sick. Mom is unable to take care of herself.

Thank goodness for my sister whose strength enables her to do that which I am not sure that I can. She’s taking care of Mom.

Point A to Point B is never a straight line, not while living this ride that is life. Yup, here I am letting go; letting go of so much. In my time now. In my own way.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving
~ Albert Einstein

thanks to perseverance and confidence in herself

PhD level unlocked.

I couldn’t be happier or prouder of my sister because she worked hard for this.

I am optimistic about your work. I am optimistic that my successor will quickly realize how important this work is. I urge you to stay the course and keep up your commitment to the work. Make your voices heard and make them relevant to the people that you’re talking to. ~ Sally Jewell, U.S. Interior Secretary

You got this, my dear Dr. Sister!

everything but

The day after I am reminded what a good day Thanksgiving version 2016 was.

Like the old, tired phrase goes, we did have much to be thankful for, and we were, all of us. We were all very thankful here under The Big Top. In everything.

Well, in everything but text and phone conversations in the dark of night, when The Big Top is quiet in sleep. Those were the things that kept me up well past the early morning hours of the day after.

I really should just turn off my phone when I turn off the light.

I’m being vague, I know.

Trust me though, I am thankful that I am here living under The Big Top, living this circus life and loving every one who is a part of it. Everything. Everything in this life I give thanks for.

I really am fortunate.

 

with clarity

Voting today for me was not hard. With clarity and confidence of my heart, my mind and my soul, I entered my polling place and voted.

No second thoughts, voting my conscious or for God, no choosing of the lesser of two evils, no protest or throw-away vote for me. This election I knew what my choices would be; and I made those choices with my son standing beside me.

CRAZY to consider that four years from now HE will be voting!

Yes, for me the choice was an easy one. I understand that it was not so for others. Still, I hope that if you can, that you voted. It’s our right, our privilege and also our duty. IT’s around 4 PM as I write this here in California so I know it’s not too late.

Go!

Vote!

One of my own struggled even this morning still with the decision she must make. I’m still confused, her text said. We discussed this in the days leading up to this morning. But it still was not for me to decide for her. She knew my choice…my choice. I didn’t tell her who to vote for. Instead I told her about the first time her namesake voted.

Before my opportunity to vote in a Presidential election, I shared with bright-eyed enthusiasm my excitement to vote with my Great Grandmother Austa Valentine. She chuckled and told me about her own first time; which was THE FIRST TIME  for American women. History tells me choices and opportunities for women like her were very few. She was a wife, she was a mother. But, thanks to the 19th Amendment, she was a woman who could vote. Her recollection to me was going to the polling place accompanied by her husband. She feared at any moment her husband, the precinct worker or someone else would tell her that this all was a mistake; that there was no ballot for her to mark because there was no right to vote for women, for her. But it never happened. She marked her ballot and placed it in the box and done! She voted! Who did she vote for, I wondered. Ah, your ballot is always a secret, she said to me with a wink. She leaned closer and confided that she voted for Harding, like her husband did…but in years to come, she didn’t always vote for the same candidate as he did.

Austa Valentine will likely always be my favorite.

Vote for her, I told my daughter. Vote for your namesake and her legacy…me, you and your girls.

Yes, I voted with clarity and with confidence today but I also voted with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat thinking of Austa Valentine, my daughters, my grand daughters and the history that we might be making

There never will be equality until women help to make laws and elect lawmakers ~ Susan B. Anthony