My SUV roller coastered up and and down the rural hills of Route 198. My teenage daughter Cara, the new owner of a five-day old driver’s license, and I were on our way to an afternoon doctor’s appointment in Erie, PA. We had another thirty miles to go and thirty-five minutes to get there when I noticed a state trooper clocking drivers from his police car.
I’m grateful and humbled by all the warm birthday wishes I received today. Aside from deeper laugh lines, wilder gray hairs, and more time spent in sneakers than high heels, I’m thankful for the following which keeps me recharged, tuned in, and willing to praise each new day: love, knowledge, grace, forgiveness, health, energy, ambition, and laughter
The biggest things I strive for in these middle years is to keep moving, focusing, connecting, dreaming, playing, and praying. In a hurried world, it’s easy for me to neglect these birthday wishes for myself, but I thank God for another year and day to give it a go. Green light!
I hope to do my best to carefully sow and grasp the nature of the moment and fully glow and grow in it. I try to embrace challenges and stages of change in myself and others. The discarded calendar pages and infinitely made-over clock face prove change is the only permanent constant we have besides death. With each fleeting breath, my greatest wish is to transform and discover a softer wingspan one to help me and my soul glide along more presently, pleasantly, and peacefully. May each tomorrow grant a metamorphosis that floats all of us further than where we are today.
Born on date: 9/23/72 — Still having fun like a kid on the Fourth of July!
On January 2, 2018, I took down my 2017 Bruce Springsteen calendar and reflected on the past year. That eve, I thumbed through the pictures of The Boss and pages of my celebrations, holidays, events, and milestones. I wish I could report that I reminisced with a cup of cheer and shouted a “New Year, New Me” proclamation, but you can scratch that from the script. Instead, I continued brooding over last year’s heartaches, the ones I’d erase if only I penciled them in. I ended up building a bridge for unscheduled griefs and leftover letdowns to crossover to and stain my new Peanuts Gang, “Happiness is…” calendar. Continue reading “Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon – Part I”→
This photo was taken on my 40th birthday, five years ago when my golden retriever sweetheart, Italia was just six-years-old. It’s been over nine months since her passing and my family and I still miss her. Thankfully, we are strong enough to reminisce and keep her memory eternal.
Caption posted on 9/23/2012 – “She’s my “42 year old” furry best friend, and she moves a little slower, barks a little less, listens harder, chases less, paces more, plays fairly, snores intensely, wags her tail all day/everyday, and loves limitlessly. She reassures me that middle age continues to bring so many gifts. I’m excited to lift the calendar page to enter a new decade of golden dreams!” Continue reading “Italia was my Furry Best Friend – I Miss my Dog”→
In observation of the Julian calendar, the Old Calendar, today I wish you ALL a Happy New Year. As a result of being an Orthodox Christian who is half Serbian and half Croatian and marrying a man who is a beautiful mixture of Italian, Hungarian, English, and Irish, my two daughters, husband, and I get to have two Christmases and two New Years. It’s pretty slick to get this holiday redo option. Continue reading “Happy New Year – Srećna Nova Godina!”→