Here’s to Momma

Here’s to Momma,

Who said no,

To letting a man who didn’t love,

her anymore stay in her bed.

Here’s to the Momma,

Who said no to moving,

going back home,

And kept her kids in their house,

worked two jobs to do it.

Here’s to the Momma,

Who came home when her daughter,

scared herself silly.

Here’s to the Momma,

Who gave up the house,

When to the streets to give her son,

a chance to play some ball,

He went college and forged a life for himself.

Here’s to Momma,

Who flew a thousand miles

When her little girl’s heart and mind


A mother’s love picked up the pieces

But, couldn’t put her back together,


She knew her child would have to do that

and she did.

Here’s to Momma,

Who keeps on going,

Through heartbreak and cancer,

beating both down more than once.

Here’s to Momma,

Who keeps on loving,

and being herself.

Tired, But Still in the Game.

I am tired. Tired to the bone with all the words that are thrown against me like I’m the wall in a racquetball court and its my job to take it. My life my destiny to take society’s beatings and be fine with it.

The mental wear and tear of this life is too much at times and I want to give up.  Sometimes I do.

Then the morning comes and I am out the door with Luke pounding the pavement before heading off to school or my second job.  I am joyful when I see myself in the mirror. I look beautiful, professional, ready to handle life in the court again.

Walking out the door, I see the empty space where my pink bike used to reside and my heart sinks.  Someone stole the worn down bike that helped me continue my physical therapy.  They skipped over five or six nicer bikes in the neighborhood to take mine; making the thief seem personal.

My now stolen bike
My now stolen bike

There is a dent in my new car where in a rush I backed out and hit a red land yacht illegally parked and trash in the floor boards which I have been too tired at night to clean up.  Physically, I am fine.  I walk more than a mile everyday, but mentally I wonder what is the point.

My students fight my efforts to help them, parents dodge my calls and when payday comes my efforts are not enough to pay the bills. I work and work and there is nothing at the end of the day to save or stash away. 

But, I get up and do it again and again.  I plot and scheme to break free of  an existence as a wall and find something everyday to smile about it.  Like waking up in the middle of the night to find myself surrounded my beloved furry children; unable to move due to their sleeping bodies.  My best friend making me watch Sex in the City and promising that after each episode it is going to get better.  (It did) Or a message from an old friend asking if I was free to see him over the weekend. 

Dennis Lehand - author and Bostonion
Dennis Lehand – author and Bostonion

It is listening to NPR and hearing an interview with Dennis Lehane about his op-ed piece in the New York Times entitled “Messing with the Wrong City“. It was a reminder that we are more than the negative things that happen to us. A reminder that there is good left in America. We are not a nation dying as Rush Limbaugh proclaimed on his show on Friday, we are a nation that is surviving and thriving.

Love  not Hate or Blame
Love not Hate or Blame

Bostonians showed us the way as did the marathon runners who ran towards danger to help others or ran to the hospitals to give blood.  They didn’t look to blame someone. They took care of the injured and waited to find out who was responsible.

As a city, they have decided not to let this event change them.  Not to let someone else’s hate and madness keep them from being themselves.  Marathons around the country have seen a surge of runners signing up as well as volunteers offering to help. 

I am I still tired, yes, but my spirit has been renewed.  Thanks to the words and actions of my fellow Americans such as George Takei in his blog.  I have to believe that there is hope and a better way to live for all of us. One that doesn’t involve hate or discrimination. One that moves forward.

George Takei - Actor, Screenwriter and Inspiration
George Takei – Actor, Screenwriter and Inspiration

When I started this post, I was dwelling on all of things weighing me down.  All of the things I forgot for a moment to look around me with gratitude and love.  I had taken on the idea that I needed to be perfect.  I don’t and neither does my country.


I come from mountain Folks

Hillbilly trash you might say

Who bore winters colder than your stare

Built lives on mountain sides

In cracks and crevices worked the land

Bringing life from stone

Whose bodies may have broken

But their spirits never died

So they got up again

And again

Three times grandma’s back broke

And thrice up she got and walked

Right out the door

Back to the mountain

Her mountain,

Where she sleeps next to her children

In Mother Mary’s Grotto

Until Judgment Day or man forgets

I am her blood

And she is mine

I will not break

Least not for long.

And when my time has come,

There on the mountain I will sleep

Until judgment day or man forgets

*Folks is the last name of my Great-grandmother.

Flying Free

They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign,

the end was near, and whispered as you walked

that the angel of Death had given you a fright.

No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand,

Walking straight and true with dignity and grace.

Or how they whisper that everyone would be ok,

Your strength and courage a final and forever gift,

Your little angel now grown can fly on her own,

No need to tend the nest, others will do that now,

Just be at peace.

You are among the ancestors, now.

Book Review: All Cats Have Asperger Syndrome

all-cats-have-asperger-syndromeBook: All Cats Have Asperger Syndrome

Author: Kathy Hoopmann

Available: Barnes & Noble, Amazon ($10.95 – $14.95)

Rarely do I venture into bookstore or any major retail store during the holidays unless it Target, but this year I went in search a present for a very special two month old girl.  Truthfully, I had spotted it weeks ago, but I wanted my Momma’s opinion on it.  We were attempting to make our way out of the store when we spot Kathy Hoopmann’s book, “All Cats have Asperger Syndrome”.  We both stopped in our tracks.Love

All Cats have Asperger Syndrome is a beautiful book that elegantly illustrates aspects of Asperger Syndrome that are often hard for adults to define. For families trying to explain what Asperger Syndrome is to others including their children while still working to understand it themselves this book is heaven sent.  Each page of the book has a brief insight into what an Aspie is experiencing and feeling.  It does not attempt to explain the causes or go into detail about the effects of the syndrome.

Sure, he may need a little help following fashionable trends, but don’t forget, everyone is different in his own way and there is a little bit of Asperger is us all.

This book to me is beauty in simplicity.

allcats1Australian born Hoopmann lives in Dubi with her family where she continues to write.  Learn more about this author on her website.

Big Bird

The Bird is the Word

Big Bird
Big Bird Speaks Out!!

I stand with Big Bird.. Don’t use my name in your political game.   Seriously, don’t.

As funny as the memes are that poke funny at Romney’s debate graft in which he said that he was going to cut funding to PBS, I think it is wrong for either campaign to use Sesame Street characters in attack ads.(Romney did it as well, folks.)

There is also no need for the campaigns to spend the money on creating ads including these characters when the internet is full of meme generators.  Spend your money elsewhere and don’t politicize a beloved icon of childhood.

I think if Big Bird were to speak out he would tell both sides that they need to work on getting along and telling the truth. The only way to really fix the country is for everyone to work together and find solutions that work for everyone.  Not just a select few.

He would also probably say that there are some things in life that are priceless and help everyone like public parks and educational shows. Yes, they cost money, but they do so much good and are an essential part of who were are as Americans.

I am a child who grew up watching Reading Rainbow, Mister Rogers, Captain Kangaroo and Sesame Street.  Three of those shows I watched on my local PBS stations.  They helped instill a love of reading, fairness and curiosity in my young mind.  They taught me values that other children’s program could or would not. No offense G.I. Joe or Thundercats.

Yes, our country is in trouble but we shouldn’t thought Big Bird out with the nest of excess government spending.  Somethings are worth preserving.  PBS and NPR are among them.  Just my humble, Big Bird loving opinion.



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