Articles for the Month of September 2021

Happy Birthday to my daughter…

Today, On your real birthday – the second one celebrated in this pandemic, no less! I can’t believe we got here already.

Everybody online always cries about how HARD the diaper years are to get through. The sleepless nights. The poopy explosions. The fussy eaters. But the truth of the matter is that they haven’t gotten to the real struggle …yet. Did they forget what it was like when they were teens themselves?

I’m not saying you were a difficult child because I think you are a GEM compared to how I WAS growing up. But I had you through your teen years… And when two strong women face each other day in and day out, it can be a bit exhausting.

But exhaustion does not mean a lack of love and that’s why I wanted to write a letter to my daughter. I wanted to tell her everything I hope she already knows but still needs to hear from her mom. That deep down – I still see her. My little girl.

I miss you. Before I say anything else about love or admiration, I need to start there. Because with every single day that you age, it seems that you step one foot further into being my best friend…. instead of my daughter.

I am so proud of who you are becoming, my shining light. I’ve said this to you a million times and I will say it to you a million more. The gods gave me you because you are good – wholly and from the inside.

You see the world in such a special way. You haven’t been affected the way I have and I don’t think your perception will ever change. You are the ying to my yang. I am the “everyone is trying to kidnap you” and you are the “maybe they just want a hug” energy in our family. I think we need both.

Your children are special… Do you want to know how I know? Because I already went on that ride and it sucked. You actually have it so much worse than we did 25 years ago… and yet they got you. and you are good.

I can’t imagine what you deal with on a regular basis.

We’ve discussed this before – how the media is corrupt and designed to make us feel bad about ourselves just so we can continue to buy things. Hold onto that.

You are beautiful. Don’t ever forget that.

You Make Me So Proud

A letter to my daughter wouldn’t be complete without me telling you that you make me proud on a daily basis. I know this life has been tough and unfair. You made the best of it. You are resilient. You adapt and are capable of taking on so much more than you give yourself credit for – please know this.

Always Have Fun

I see you with your friends. You are crazy. You are the crazy girl with lots of laughs. Don’t ever lose that. It’s who you are. There will be moments in your life where the world might try to dull that. Don’t let it. Hold onto that superpower.

Happy Birthday Heather Feather…. you are soooooo loved.

Time… It kept going… and now it is September… again

I researched the average span of an apocalypse in dystopian novels… if it were zombies-100 days… Well… we are past that… so I guess those guys aren’t REALLY zombies…. the average length is 10-12 years. We are still at the beginning guys…

Globally, as of 7 September 2021, there have been 221,134,742 confirmed cases of COVID-19, including 4,574,089 deaths, reported to WHO. As of 6 September 2021, a total of 5,352,927,296 vaccine doses have been administered.

I don’t know what to say about that… Ive been to the office a few times… but most days am still remote… due to the air quality and the hybrid schedule… I got my booster on the 27th of August

(because I am a tiny bit of cancer surviving autoimmune super hero) – so there is that. We are trying to be as safe as we know how… We have sent the smallest child back to school… high school in person even… she is vaccinated and masked (at least for as long as we see her) … The tinies are also in school again… and now I just find myself holding my breath… and waiting… waiting to see what more we can do….

I hold my newest youngest tiny close as he grows… born in this pandemic and thriving….

and I hold my breath and I wait some more… for anything to give… I am scared… so scared… I worry for those I love… for those I don’t… for all of us. 1 week from today I will reach the 48th anniversary of my entrance to this planet… I never thought I would live this long… to see all of this… I intend to see more. I watched the Afghanistan war begin… and 20 years later end… We will mark the 20th anniversary of 9-11 in four days…. all of those lives snuffed out…. yet we lose almost as many daily now…. I will march for Women on Oct 2nd (march might be symbolic as my legs do not really work well) …. DAMMIT I SURVIVED TRUMP!!! something has got to give…. anything….

and so I paint… and record as we near the 2nd year mark of this very long apocalypse