Part One: Last Tuesday we lost our beloved 10 month old cat Lulu. She just disappeared. We have no idea where she went and I have been manic over since. I have had one other childhood pet, Garfield, also a cat who lived from 1989 to 2005. So this is new for me. Losing a…
Burning Thoughts
What a sight Saturday morning. We are just a few miles away from two of the fires and as homes were being engulfed, the sky began to turn colors reminicent of something wicked. Each plume of smoke carried with it the ashes of someone’s home. It was horrible. Sure. People have insurance. Sure. People will…
Sometimes
Sometimes I am startled by what motherhood has done to me. Sometimes I am in awe of just how big my heart has gotten; I still don’t know how it fits underneath my skin. Sometimes I wonder where I would be without my boys, all three of them, and the possibilities scare me. Sometimes I…
I’d Rather Go Sailing
Once a Polish scout, always a Polish scout. Boy, do I have some stories to tell.Below is an attempt at one of them, something my sister and I recently reminisced about over cups of Chai and Americano. I in my early twenties, she freshly graduated from high school, here is my version of what could…
$*&)$#%#$!
I don’t know why, but at some point during mass this morning, I began to compare and contrast bad words in my two fluent languages: Polish and English. I know. I am sure God was super proud of me as I half listened to the the woman on the altar lecturing about Stewardship, while the…
Dick and Jane
It has always been my dream to author a book. Within five minutes, my five year old son, Superman, managed to outwrite me by at least 50 words. Here is his first attempt at “writing” a story. This was dictated to me about 20 minutes ago at the dinner table. (Notice the title is blatantly…
I know who you’re going to vote for……
Your kids told me. Yep. All was divulged. Grown up opinions coming from mouths covered in candy corn. “He’s weird.” “He’s too old to do the job.” “I don’t like him.” “Rock Obama!” “McCain!” “Teacher, can I go potty?” And so went our first introduction to freedom, elections, and the right to vote in our…