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Easy Bake Mom: MOTHERS WISDOM
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Sunday, May 08, 2011. Reaching life’s milestones has a way of propelling me toward inward reflection to ponder the meaning of life and my place in it. My most recent birthday and the arrival of an AARP card bearing my name seemed to juxtapose where. Where I am going. Leaving me sitting to marinate in. We are all a work in progress being molded and shaped by events along our journey, but most of life’s lessons for me simply echo the wisdom of my first teacher; my mom. Ask God for help. 8221; It has become...
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Identity Crisis: June 2006
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Friday, June 30, 2006. Where’s St. Francis of Assisi when you need him? What I fantasized life would be like with my dogs. Walking me with off leash. Coming when I call. Getting along with all people and all dogs. Quietly by my side at all times. The dogs I CHOSE (or deserved). I LOVE each and every one of these dogsso very different from each other. Tony the German Sheperd. Reject from a guide dog foundation- too tall. Learned how to open the refrigerator so the fridge had to be bungi-corded. Head tryin...
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Identity Crisis: November 2006
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Sunday, November 26, 2006. Christmas in my house was always very quiet. My brother and I had learned how to walk on eggshells at a very early age around the holidays and not to expect the classic Christmas that everyone else seemed to be experiencing. My mother always seemed to be angry and stressed and the holidays only provided a bigger fire to fuel regarding her moods. I would dress myself with courdoroy pants, flannel shirt and blue leggins’ over the pants , the kind of pants in the 1950’s that you c...
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Easy Bake Mom: The Piano Teacher~ Love. ~ and the blank white page
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Thursday, July 26, 2012. The Piano Teacher Love. and the blank white page. And then something happened. I began to hear news of tragedy. People that I know, that my husband knows, diagnosed with terminal illness in the middle of their life’s story. Right smack in the middle. Right where I am now. I have been spinning for a while now. I wrote new lists of things done and still to do and finally at the end of a productive day, took Cadence to her piano lesson. A blog site called: Love. Welcome to my World!
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Identity Crisis: September 2006
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Saturday, September 23, 2006. Adam was a nice kid who tried to emulate his parents in any way he could. Charming, willing to sell you anything and everything and convince you at the same time that you really needed it. He was old enough to be out of high school and was being groomed to take over the family business one day. I remember leaving the store walking hand in hand with Adam down Henry Street, across Beaver Pond Park, up the Goffe Street hill and over to Elsworth Avenue. After supper Adam took me...
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Easy Bake Mom: January 2011
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Friday, January 21, 2011. I have been blessed to be the mother of musicians. I cannot tell a C from an F by definition. I have tucked written music and instrumentals in with a group of things that I simply lack the skill, or more importantly the desire, to learn which include: threading a bobbin, knitting, changing the gears on my 10 speed bike, untangling large knots and finding my way anywhere without GPS. I am OK with this. Links to this post. Monday, January 17, 2011. We were allowed to take him home...
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Easy Bake Mom: March 2010
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010. The virus creeps into my bones and I surrender to the couch; unusual for me to give in but I am not up for the battle. 8220;Mom, I need some help with my homework.” Cadence begins from the blue swivel chair behind me. I allow myself to drift into the enchanted, but dangerous forest as the suspense builds. I lift my throbbing head to look over my shoulder at her long skinny legs dangling over the side of the swivel bucket chair, brown Uggs bouncing up and down. She is holdin...