Spring will come again, people say. Yet I am heartsick. Nothing will happen when spring comes; That child will not come again. Nakahara Chuuya, “Spring Will Come Again” Note: the poem was written after the death of Chuuya’s first son, Fumiya, in November 1936
From a loving mother to her MVP. I miss you, baby. Dedicated to Michael Vincent Pugh, November 21, 2012-September 25, 2019. He is dead and gone lady. He is dead and gone. At his head a grass green turf. At his heels a stone --- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5 Before sunset, they … Continue reading Before, After, Before
My son is so funny sometimes. As a mother, I can tell when my son's really hurt. Sometimes he's crying in protest, in frustration or just to see what happened. And sometimes, he's more sneaky. During one morning, he slipped on the carpeted floor. As he landed and dropped onto his back, he cried at … Continue reading A Young Boy’s Idea of Subtlety
One of my online groups, "Hearts Through History", had this as a weekly topic. This is my entry. My maternal grandpa was the best. Funny, clever and always ready to help. He was an immigrant from Italy who left there old enough to remember bits about living there. He described the area around his home, … Continue reading “What did you most admire about your grandparents?”
I recently had an epiphany. 1> I’m definitely getting older, and 2> being a parent really restricts your enjoyment of popular music. You start to see stalkers where you once saw admirers. You see pushy potential abusers where you once saw ardent and determined wooers. Here's an example of what I mean: I was listening … Continue reading One of those, “you know you’re getting old when…” moments.
My son Michael is a special boy in more ways than one. He's sharp as a tack and has ingenuity coming out of his pores--especially when it comes to finding a way around rules and obstacles (especially those we set up to protect him or the house). He's also one of many children who require … Continue reading When “Participation Trophies” Matter