We’re here – stuck in Indianapolis – I said this to the cashier today: we’re trying to get out, and she said why? If I have to tell you then you wouldn’t understand is what I thought but didn’t say. We got a duraflame log from the front desk and lit it in our fireplace. The biggest news around here was that we moved Tin’s schedule up by a half hour because it was too…
Li Po There is the watery, uneasy feeling, that one has been there before, has encountered that reservoir of emotion, some other year, under one’s fingertips if one could only remember when and where; and how often of late I find myself seeking it in the utterly useless as if I were, as I sometimes feel myself to be, the ancient Chinese poet gazing at the moon’s reflection and longing for comrades of old from…
It seems in every culture there is a saying like this Jewish one: “A child arrives with manna under his arm” and there is another saying that seems universal like this one from Montenegro, which a dear friend sent from Croatia: “A glass of bitterness comes with a spoon of honey.” Or there is a Turkish one my father used to say: “From the blackest night comes the brightest day.” I’m feeding Tin mush, changing…
I was walking through Target for yet my umpteenth baby necessity run (there is another list started already – been there so many times my bank called thinking it was fraud) – and I turned onto the pet food aisle and had this sudden attack of missing Loca. Last I heard she was curled up in the Womb chair and had chewed the note of condolence that a friend had sent. She misses me and…
We are trapped like rats out here in Indianapolis awaiting clearance to go home and learned this afternoon there is yet another glitch – another piece of paperwork that we don’t have that we require to leave the state and go to our state – so today, the son of our Indiana attorney took us to Shapiro’s – a Jewish deli – and brought his menorah so that Tin could have his first Hanukkah and…
December 11, 2009 Taurus (4/20-5/20) The speed at which you’re experiencing some surprising emotional shifts should give you pause.
In the adoption we were working on before Thanksgiving, we ran into federal con artists, and Bob Marley came up as the patron saint of the birth father. I am not going to hold that against Marley. I found this Jimi Hendrix tee shirt at Target and since Tin likes to shake his butt so much just like his Mommy, music will be our universal language.
I watched Colin Powell speak at a conference a few years ago where he was talking about the great new digital world. He said his grandson sits on his lap when he is working on the computer and at 3 years of age, his grandson is now hardwired for the future. Watching Tin Skype with T’s mom in Croatia made me me think of this wonderous world – an infant boy is introduced to me…
The night T received the phone call that my mom had passed, I was sound asleep in New York and T was hosting her final Spanish film class at the LaLa. Right at the moment the call came, T and her students were watching Almodovar’s Habla Con Ella. The scene takes place during WWI: Katerina: hablando sobre su futura obra de ballet “Las trincheras” “Cuando se muere un soldado; emerge de su cuerpo su alma,…