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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
8.04.2007
Ada and Gunnar
My cousin is getting married and my sister is writing a poem for the ceremony. To prepare my sister asked me to ask the happy couple what they love about each other. They both seemed to have this feeling of luckiness for having this really special person in their lives - an elevated appreciation for the other - maybe they've found the key to marital bliss.
Best Wishes!
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Best Wishes!
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7.21.2007
Things Change
It's funny how the people that you love give you your highs and your lows. I've completely blown today - laying around being bitter. Truth is - laying around being bitter - is not a luxury I can afford. I have a life to live.
I've got weight to lose, classes to take and places to go. I've got a home to hook up and loved ones to look after. I don't have any time for bullshit. For those of you that know me, I'm not all that great at interpersonal relationships but one thing I won't let anyone take from me is that I'm loyal and I pride myself on doing the right thing.
So, if you want to go ahead and be an asshole - well go right ahead. I'll be busy living my life.
Jerk.
I've got weight to lose, classes to take and places to go. I've got a home to hook up and loved ones to look after. I don't have any time for bullshit. For those of you that know me, I'm not all that great at interpersonal relationships but one thing I won't let anyone take from me is that I'm loyal and I pride myself on doing the right thing.
So, if you want to go ahead and be an asshole - well go right ahead. I'll be busy living my life.
Jerk.
7.07.2007
1.24.2007
Lisi Lord
LORD--Martha Elizabeth (Lisi) on December 4, 2004 after a long illness. Devoted mother of Emily & Christina Barrett, beloved daughter of Herbert and Martha Lord of Greenwich, Connecticut. Dear sister of John and Kenneth Lord and the late Herbert, Jr. Cherished by her friends, particularily Barbara Wood. Lisi was named Public Citizen of the Year in 2004 by the National Association of Social Workers (NASW), New York. A service of celebration of her life will be conducted at the Mamaroneck Beach and Yacht Club on Sunday, December 12, 2004, at 1:00 PM. In lieu of flowers donations in Lisi's name may be made to any of the following organizations: My Sister's Place, Amnesty International, ARCS, and The Loft.
I can't believe I didn't know this - where the fuck have I been?!!!
I wish I would have talked to her about the way I felt 8+ years ago. I wish I weren't so stubborn and proud.
I wish that when I die I will have made a positive impact like she did when she was alive.
I can't believe I didn't know this - where the fuck have I been?!!!
I wish I would have talked to her about the way I felt 8+ years ago. I wish I weren't so stubborn and proud.
I wish that when I die I will have made a positive impact like she did when she was alive.
10.20.2005
Mother
Mother
Funny thing - ever since I wrote the post about my Dad; I can't stop thinking about my mom.
Why can't we seem to bridge the distance?
Why can't I understand her?
Why doesn't she understand me?
How come she's not interested in my kids?
Why can't she call? (Ok she doesn't have my number but gosh we have family in common.)
Anybody that's reading this blog knows the story so I won't bore you with the gory details and honestly that's not really my intent for today. (That can wait til one of my kids has a birthday and she doesn't call. :) )
I do want to say - for the first 9 or so years of my life, you would have had to scour the earth to find a better mom. She was there at every ceremony, every parent meeting, every show. She'd embarrass me by screaming my name (along with my rowdy aunts) at performances/competitions I was in and she made every holiday special.
As a matter of fact, she was known in my family for her cakes. Yeah, they came in a box but there was just something about Deborah's (pronounced De bore ah) touch. She was frequently asked to make the celebratory cakes for our family.
That hit me the other day - I was loading up a bunch of pictures on Flikr and I noticed that most of the pictures of me were from birthdays and in all of them I had a big old cake in front of me that my mom had baked for me. And anybody that bakes me cake can't be all bad right?
My mom doesn't know it but I idolized her as a kid. No mom was smarter, prettier or badder than my mom. And she was good about teaching us, that as her offspring we were no less. She taught me not to stay hit and how to be a femme fatale ; p
She also drilled in my head the importance of being well educated and independent and to scream out against injustice. Pride in being black, Puerto Rican, 100 lbs, bucked teeth and nearly blind. She'd say "You are beautiful Michele and don't let anybody tell you different."
Somewhere along the line my mom changed. Perhaps, it was not being within the protection of my father's love that changed her. She suffered the fate of many women. Women who have given too much, been mistreated and let down. She lost a little of her sparkle, a little of her fierceness. She settled.
Those aren't the reasons why we don't speak (what kind of daughter would I be?) but slowly those changes turned into behaviours that were so hurtful and selfish that I built a wall around me. As my wall grew, she completed construction on hers.
Now the divide is so deep that I don't know how we can ever bridge it. Maybe, if she became a true grandmother to my kids I could forgive it all. Look the other way, never look back. She could heal me by loving them.
Maybe, just maybe.
Funny thing - ever since I wrote the post about my Dad; I can't stop thinking about my mom.
Why can't we seem to bridge the distance?
Why can't I understand her?
Why doesn't she understand me?
How come she's not interested in my kids?
Why can't she call? (Ok she doesn't have my number but gosh we have family in common.)
Anybody that's reading this blog knows the story so I won't bore you with the gory details and honestly that's not really my intent for today. (That can wait til one of my kids has a birthday and she doesn't call. :) )
I do want to say - for the first 9 or so years of my life, you would have had to scour the earth to find a better mom. She was there at every ceremony, every parent meeting, every show. She'd embarrass me by screaming my name (along with my rowdy aunts) at performances/competitions I was in and she made every holiday special.
As a matter of fact, she was known in my family for her cakes. Yeah, they came in a box but there was just something about Deborah's (pronounced De bore ah) touch. She was frequently asked to make the celebratory cakes for our family.
That hit me the other day - I was loading up a bunch of pictures on Flikr and I noticed that most of the pictures of me were from birthdays and in all of them I had a big old cake in front of me that my mom had baked for me. And anybody that bakes me cake can't be all bad right?
My mom doesn't know it but I idolized her as a kid. No mom was smarter, prettier or badder than my mom. And she was good about teaching us, that as her offspring we were no less. She taught me not to stay hit and how to be a femme fatale ; p
She also drilled in my head the importance of being well educated and independent and to scream out against injustice. Pride in being black, Puerto Rican, 100 lbs, bucked teeth and nearly blind. She'd say "You are beautiful Michele and don't let anybody tell you different."
Somewhere along the line my mom changed. Perhaps, it was not being within the protection of my father's love that changed her. She suffered the fate of many women. Women who have given too much, been mistreated and let down. She lost a little of her sparkle, a little of her fierceness. She settled.
Those aren't the reasons why we don't speak (what kind of daughter would I be?) but slowly those changes turned into behaviours that were so hurtful and selfish that I built a wall around me. As my wall grew, she completed construction on hers.
Now the divide is so deep that I don't know how we can ever bridge it. Maybe, if she became a true grandmother to my kids I could forgive it all. Look the other way, never look back. She could heal me by loving them.
Maybe, just maybe.
9.23.2005
Friendship
It's been a minute since my last post so I thought I'd better get down to it. I've been wanting to write about a particular subject but haven't really been able to solidify my opinions. So I'll do my best and then borrow from the intellect of some others. Perhaps my indecision is a testimony to the complexity of the subject.
Female friendships are important to the strength of a woman. Oftentimes, as women we are willing to forgive terrible betrayals by the men we love but have a harder time forgiving our friends for merely being human.
Do we have higher standards for our female friends? Are we more defensive because we reveal so much to our pals, making us more vulnerable? Could it be that new people in our lives are so threatened by the depth of our friendships that they slowly undermine the relationship until we think the friendship is no longer worth our time and attention?
Let's not have our friendships fall victim to judgment, fear, and insecurity.
For my girls, that may be reading this I love you all and I'm grateful that you are a part of my life.
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"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost." - Charles Caleb Colton
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." - Anais Nin
"It takes a long time to grow an old friend." - by John Leonard
"Though our communication wanes at times of absence, I'm aware of a strength that emanates in the background." -Claudette Renner
"I can trust my friends. These people force me to examine, encourage me to grow." -Cher
"Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up." - Bible: Ecclesiastes
"I get by with a little help from my friends." - John Lennon
Female friendships are important to the strength of a woman. Oftentimes, as women we are willing to forgive terrible betrayals by the men we love but have a harder time forgiving our friends for merely being human.
Do we have higher standards for our female friends? Are we more defensive because we reveal so much to our pals, making us more vulnerable? Could it be that new people in our lives are so threatened by the depth of our friendships that they slowly undermine the relationship until we think the friendship is no longer worth our time and attention?
Let's not have our friendships fall victim to judgment, fear, and insecurity.
For my girls, that may be reading this I love you all and I'm grateful that you are a part of my life.
*************************************************************************************
"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost." - Charles Caleb Colton
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." - Anais Nin
"It takes a long time to grow an old friend." - by John Leonard
"Though our communication wanes at times of absence, I'm aware of a strength that emanates in the background." -Claudette Renner
"I can trust my friends. These people force me to examine, encourage me to grow." -Cher
"Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up." - Bible: Ecclesiastes
"I get by with a little help from my friends." - John Lennon
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