The Birthday Challenge Results

I wish I could give you some marvelous statistics and other figures, but I can’t. I really didn’t keep track of where I was, although I know where I am.

Slightly exhausted, but proud of myself.

I have taken the last couple of days off to finished celebrating my birthday and wrapping up grading for the first marking period. My students may not be happy with the latter’s results.  The grades they received are the ones that they earned even if they are in denial.

Posting daily has increased the number of folks following this blog as well as the overall rankings.

Writing daily taught me that it is possible to find the time everyday to write. Excuses be dammed!!   A new schedule is forming; one in which I blog everything other day and concentrate on my other writing projects every other day, if not daily.

Luke has agreed to support me by sleeping on the floor next to me.  The kitty boys, Jack and Nu Mu, have also agreed to help out by walking across the keyboard on a regular basis to remind me of the importance of saving on a regular basis.

My new roomie will be taking over some of the household chores which will leave me with more time to write.  The next month or so will be hard as I am still catching up on bills from my summer holiday in the cardiac unit, but nothing I can’t handle.

I am looking forward to sharing the result with you.

Baby Lu

One Week Until My Solar Anniversary

In one week, I will officially turn thirty-six.

What do I want for my birthday?

Well, books are always nice, but really what I want is to be surrounded by those I love.  And as it so happens I will be.  Next Tuesday, I will be sitting in an outpatient facility with my Denny (aka Papa) waiting for the nurse to tell me that it is time to take Mama home. She is scheduled to have a stint replaced. It has to be replaced every three to four months. It is a small price to pay for her being cancer free.

There is some symmetry in spending the day in the hospital with her and waiting to take her home just like she did three decades ago.

So, maybe what I really want is for everything to go well, next Tuesday.

Still want to give me a gift..

That is sweet of you, but unnecessary.  Since you already have by reading my blog.  Corny, maybe, but still true…

Too Many Ideas

This month, I have challenged myself to write a blog post everyday until my birthday.

I thought two days ago that it would be difficult; especially since I was so tired I could barely keep myself awake. Today, however, my mind was flooded with ideas. The deluge didn’t stop even when I was in the shower.  I am faced with great ideas and not enough time to get them all down before they fade.

Fading thoughts is the curse of every writer.  Other well known curses include the Well Intentioned Friend Curse as well as the Aren’t You Done Yet Curse. I have experienced all three of these curses this month along with the Oh I Can See You Have Lost Weight Curse. The last was experienced within ten minutes of weighing myself and discovering three pounds has found their way back to me.

No matter where you leave excess weight, it always finds its way back home. Personally, I try to leave a false trail back to my annoying neighbors’ door. No offense, Mr. Smith, but your girlfriend was trying to pick up clients in my front yard again.




           A couple of years ago, I wrote you a poem for your birthday, a pretty bad one.  But, you loved it, because I wrote it.

           When I was a child, you choose to walk your own path instead of going where others told you.  It wasn’t easy, but you did it.  You did your best for all of us and it really has made all the difference in our lives.  Your children are strong will and independent.

           The last couple of years you have been through so much, but you have remained strong. Strong for me, my siblings and all of your grandchildren.

            You have taught me so much over the years. You keep teaching, guiding and helping me to be a better me.

Happy Birthday Momma,


Another Year Older and Deeper in Wisdom…I hope…

Today, I turn thirty-five years old. 

The parochial school that I attended as a teenager had the motto “Grow in Faith and Wisdom”.  It has been my motto since those days of uncertainly. Those days when I thought I knew who I was; only to be torn down again and again.

This year, I stop; pause if you will to reflect on my life and where the current heading is directing me.

It has been a year of so much joy, but also of sorrow. This past year, I had the great honor of meeting a woman named Shannon.  From the moment, I met her I knew she was dying. Our first meeting was brief; she hugged me and went off to dance.   It was one of the best nights in the past year; filled with new friends and lots of good music.

Our friendship was born in the last months of her life. I sat with her and her family while she was dying.  I learned so much for her about strength, which may sound trite or like a cliché, but the truth is she never lost her sense of humor. She laughed and wondered at world even when she as she was leaving it. She fought for every moment of life for herself and her children.

I remember how she marveled when she saw my dragonfly tattoo.  She touched in such awe; she loved dragonflies. At that time, her illness had taken its toll on her mind, but she was still smiling.  I remember her smiles and how they could reach into a person if they were open to it. She left a mark on my soul that will forever enrich me. Shannon passed away this year and it was my great honor to facilitate her memorial service in the manner she requested. 

This is also the year in which I have had more fights with my sister, Ree, than ever before in my life. Our inability to find common ground has been a source of stress for both of us. It is, however, a part of life and one that I am sure that we will conquer together in the next year.  We love each other too much to do anything else.

In January, my boyfriend and I were in a hit and run accident. Our car was spun around in intersection.  The driver of the SUV parked up the road and walked past us.  I was still trapped in the vehicle at the time, cradling my neck with tears running down my cheek.   The man wasn’t drunk or high, he was just scared. The police arrested him on the same night.

I didn’t go to the hospital, mostly because I was scared. I didn’t want to be disoriented as well as alone.  My neck and upper back were injured.  I had to learn to let others help me and not to overdo things.  The first month after the accident, I had headaches every day. Six months of physical therapy, I am not in pain every day. There are still bad days, but I don’t complain about the pain as much as I accept it. It is proof that I am still alive. Honestly, that was my attitude throughout the whole thing.

It is also the year that I learned the power of no, once again. I said no to letting others just walking over me and no to letting my dreams pass me by as other work on theirs and no to being unhealthy  because I was too busy doing what I believed was expected of me to take care of myself. And finally no to playing by the rules that have hurt me time and time again.

I have also accepted that the parts of me that will always remain childlike and believing in love and happy endings as well as the parts of me that will take on the world no matter what the cost.  I have grown to love myself more and reconnected with someone I thought was lost forever. It has indeed been a year that I have grown in faith and wisdom.

Thank you for being a part of my journey by reading this…