Birthday

Dear Big Brother,

Today, you would have been 58 and in a few short weeks, I’ll be 50… You could see 50 so closely the day you left this world, were you excited about it?

This is such a weird journey on my own. Yes, I have lots of people in my circle, many of the names and faces you would remember. Our family-circle has shifted and changed and it still isn’t right without you here. Even though we not super involved in each others day-to-day life; I always had the promise of you. I always knew you were at the other end of an email or phone call. And now, now I can’t help but feel a little lost.

So in true Little Sister fashion, Big Brother, I have a few questions…

Is there Bingo in heaven, if not, I bet Mom is super pissed

Has Dad made peace with God yet?

Is Grandma Hedges still gloating over all the times she gave me the wrong ingredients to a recipe, so I’d fail and she would be needed to make it right?

Is Uncle Stan still playing the piano and telling bad jokes?

Did DiAnn make in the gate ok? She probably gave Saint Peter a rough time

I don’t remember Grandma Blanchard, does she remember me?

Does Jesus still do the water into wine trick? Golly, I hope so

Uncle Hink still has a harem, doesn’t he?

Will you save a seat for me, next to you? I’ve got a lot of shit yet to do here and lots of people to annoy.

Miss you much.

XOXOXO,

Me ❤️

p.s. I still haven’t forgiven you for locking me in the dryer, but we’ll hash that out when I get there

One Word

2017 was the first year I purposefully set a “one word” into being, rather than offering up a well meaning, but never fulfilled “resolution”.

My word for 2017 was Boundaries. I totally lost sight of my word, allowed myself beyond boundaries that were healthy or helpful. My word rediscovered me, revealed itself where I had least expected, and showed me lessons learned while I wasn’t looking.

My word for 2018 can be found in the waiting; for my 3rd grandchild to be born, for a BIG birthday year, and the vision of a 2nd book (yet to be written).

My word can be found in the hoping, believing in better health solutions and for relationships restored.

Yes, I can safely say, 2018 is to be filled with Expectation!

Cheers to 2018! And all that you are expecting!!

I’ve Been Slimed

 

The day after (the election) feels as though I’m in the  sequel to Ghostbusters. For those of you who are not familiar with Ghostbusters 2, allow me a moment to share the CliffNotes version of the storyline…

The ‘Ghostbsters’ find themselves bankrupt after a heap of lawsuits. Lawsuits that came about AFTER the citizens were spared from some big evil marshmallow dude. NYC  officials extend a restraining order so that no more ‘damage’ can happen to their city.

However, problems arise, as they always do, and the Ghostbusters are needed again. The people who cried out for their heads now need their help, [again]. It seems as though some evil is flowing through the veins of the community, infiltrating every crevice of life.

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It is discovered that it is indeed  flowing through the veins of the city. A pink ‘mood” slime is flowing and bubbling beneath NYC. A slime that feeds on negative emotions and anger. As fear and craziness ensues, the slime thrives…

Looking around social media today, I can’t help but feel slimed. Fear and panic, ugliness and broad sweeping beliefs that the sky is falling.  The vacant faces of news correspondents wondering how the heck we got here. Yes, the world has changed overnight. Finger pointing and hatred gets us nowhere.

I’m not one to give in to the panic, at least not today. I’m not sure if it’s having grown up in a politics loving family or the fact I’ve survived so much in my life that I refuse to give one faction that much control. I refuse to give in to knee-jerk reactions, fear and hateful speech.

I may be just one person, but I’m not going give another ‘one person’ that much power. [Unless it’s Jesus himself] I will not bury my head in the sand and hide. I won’t protect myself from impending doom and worry about ‘me’. As in the Ghostbusters movie, good vibes and unity can change the charge of the slime.

Hope is alive. Hope is universal. Hope is unifying. Maybe it’s a cheesy sing-along-song to unite us or maybe it’s the unity found in the  beloved Cubbies winning their first World Series in 108 years. 108 years y’all!!! For 107 years, the mantra has been “maybe next year”. This was the year!!!! But seven days later, the world is going to end.

I’m going to do my part to make a positive stamp on this life. We win, friends. The light always wins. A little flicker of a flame cancels out darkness. Always!

So here’s my a little ditty to get us connected….Love…Love keeps lifting me…