When I was a kid, I desperately wanted a dog. My mother’s mother Nana lived with us though. Well, technically we lived with her but that’s another story.
Dad loved dogs, still does, and supported my interest in having one, but Nana either hated dogs or was afraid of them. Mom told me the latter.
“One day when Nana no longer lives with us, Daddy and I will get you a puppy.”
She didn’t wink or elbow me in the ribs while saying it, but the message was clear: when Nana died, I’d get my dog. Even though I was only five or six at the time, wanting a puppy became inextricably linked with a guilty feeling: “you want Nana to DIE!” I tried hard not to think about puppies. Continue reading →
“…so when you cry, the tears just get pushed around.”
“We were a mess…”
“…that’s probably why our lunch was comped.”
With Mom and me on either side of him at the table, Dad’s head swerved left, right, and back again. His wife and his daughter, talking about the lunch weeks earlier, at the same restaurant table, when they reluctantly considered the possibility of the future without him.
“But you’re here with us now.”
“We’re so happy.”
During our exchange, I watched hints of emotion flicker across Dad’s face. He seemed to enjoy being the center of our small family’s attention. But maybe I saw a trace of guilt too. Maybe. For making us worry? I don’t know.
My mother’s first breath after crossing the Williamsburg Bridge into Brooklyn today was a sigh. She wishes I lived in Manhattan, I know. She tells me every chance she gets.
As Mom drove north on Havemeyer toward my apartment, I saw Williamsburg through her eyes: graffiti, old unpretty buildings, men with weird facial hair weaving in and out of traffic on bikes, more graffiti. I get it. She doesn’t see what I see and I have stopped trying to persuade her of my neighborhood’s charms.
Mom’s favorite past apartment of mine was probably the one at 72nd and 3rd on the Upper East Side where I lived starting when I was 23 years old. Now she would gladly accept even the Cornelia Street walk-up in Greenwich Village that I called home on September 11. In spite of my current place being modern and comfortable, in Mom’s eyes, everything is better in Manhattan. Continue reading →
Isn’t it wild how I keep featuring Washingtonians in the Twitter Spotlight?
It makes me wish that I had done a better job reaching out to these interesting folks during the ten years I lived in DC. Kelly Collis aka @CityShopGirl is someone I’d have enjoyed meeting. An entrepreneur who created CityShopGirl, she worked in marketing and public relations before becoming…a radio personality of all things.
I needed some R&R. That’s what I got in the Naples area of Florida. One day we visited family friends who spend winters Dr. Beach’s #1 beach in the US for 2011. Siesta Key near Sarasota was indeed gorgeous. Continue reading →