For a multitude of reasons, this post from 2012 has been on my mind all week. Perhaps it is because I am once again reading and scoring AP essays (from home this year), or maybe because I love reminiscing about the beautiful city of Louisville, but I think it has more do with the need for civility in our discourse. Regardless of what ‘they’ are doing, I tell myself, we must continue to face the day with empathy, find our joy in creative outlets, and grant kindness where it is needed most. We must remain the country that our forefathers lived and fought and strived to be, but even more so, because we must now expand their vision to include all people. Read on my dear ones. Perhaps my words will encourage you, as you wake to yet another new day, to do so with more than hope that integrity will be restored before long.
postcards once again
this mother of mine
In honor of Mother’s Day, I decided to repost an experience I wrote about of one day with my mother. It was only one day out of the nearly 60 years I had with her, but, as I wrote in the post, “Living was just better that day and most any day with this mother of mine completely bent on living.” She really did love life, marveling at the beautiful sights and coping with the tough stuff too, and for all she showed me and showered on me, I am grateful to call her mine.
Nine Cent Girl 