Thursday, September 25, 2014

Reflections on a Mother's Love: Milk, Cookies and a Carelessly Tossed Gym Bag

I snapped this photo this afternoon, shortly before leaving my parents' house after a brief overnight visit. The scene is a vivid reminder to me of what being a mother is all about.

I arrived at my parents' house close to midnight last night after driving from my graduate school class in Jersey City. My octogenarian parents were in their pajamas in the family room, waiting up for me, even though I told them they could leave the back door open and I could slip in. They turned off the television and my mom served us all milk and cookies.

We talked for nearly an hour, me sharing my tales from this fall's teaching, and they shared a story about one of their nine grandchildren, who recently found an excellent solution to a struggle.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Death Is Not "The Worst Thing About Life"

On this most difficult day I am thinking about death.

Last night, on my way out of my graduate class in Jersey City, a friend texted me to let me know our next door neighbor's infant son had died suddenly. I spent the long drive home talking to Ruth. When I got home at 11 p.m., I sat in my car in the driveway, crying and still talking with her and noting that all the lights were on in the family's home and all the shades drawn. My friend and I were grieving, trying to make sense of the unimaginable.

Friday, September 5, 2014

As Another Sept. 11 Anniversary Approaches: A Suggestion from a Survivor

This week I am realizing that the high school freshmen I teach were just a year old when the September 11 attacks happened. Will the significance of the attacks fade as time moves forward?

My husband Greg's thoughts on how to mark the day are here. 

Please never forget the families of those who survived; the families of those who lost loved ones and the families who are facing unimaginable brutality at the hands of extremists.

Pray for their souls too; violent men need mercies humans cannot provide.