June Living

Welcome to our favorite morning spot. With early sunshine and warm breeze, we watch the hummingbirds visit the fuchsia and the robins find their worm, chat about the day ahead and sip our brew. Everything feels easy while outside on a June day. And right about now, as the US of A is beginning to open back up, perhaps we can let go some of the fear and stress of the last 15 months. Easy is all that I need.

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cheers to the graduates

From shore to shore and in all the places in between, seniors are donning cap and gown and walking across some sort of a stage to the sound of cheering family and friends. Graduation is akin to a victory dance this year. Whether in person, or virtual, or some hybrid, learning is still the golden right it’s always been, and I am always grateful to be part of this vast public initiative to provide every student a pathway to their dream.

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I Talk to Dead People

Catholic girl speaks to the dead. Not all that unusual actually considering my youth when I spent hours kneeling under a man nailed to a cross. A man who, we were told, died for us. I found the guilt about his death unbearable. Inventing sins as I waited my turn for the confessional was far easier than accepting blame over a brutal crucifixion. When I hit sixth grade, the whole class was escorted two blocks to the neighborhood funeral home where I witnessed the boy, who I was crushing on hard, all puffy and red-faced, his dead dad laid out in satin and mahogany. It was then that I turned my attention away from the harsh cross. I stared into this father’s placid face and gently folded hands and thought, maybe this guy would listen to my pleas, even those about his son falling for me. Connection seemed possible with a real man. No guilt. I talked to this dead guy for years longer than I remembered his son’s name with no care if he ever heard me.

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