“We are all yeses. We are worthy enough, we passed inspection, we survived the great fetal oocyte extinctions. In that sense, at least — call it a mechanospiritual sense — we are meant to be. We are good eggs, every one of us.”
― Natalie Angier in “Women: An Intimate Geography”
I’ve talked to a few people about resuming a monthly daytime meeting. I probably wouldn’t be able to attend a daytime meeting, but if enough people want to get something scheduled, I’ll send out an email about it.
If you’d like to attend daytime meetings, please leave a comment below. In your comment let me know what your preferences are in response to these questions:
Click here to view the updated schedule for our 2023 monthly meetings.
There’s been some discussion about setting up a daytime meeting. What do you think? Post a comment and let me know what your preferences are.
My published articles:
3) The influence of adequate debridement and placental-derived allografts on diabetic foot ulcers
Watched a movie tonight while eating some takeout. Reminds me of the early days of my marriage.
What did you think of Cora and how she responded to her situation? Could you relate to her? Did you care about her? Did she seem like a real person?
What did you think of the different characters that Cora encountered on her journey?
What was your overall impression of the book?
Would you recommend it to others?
Were you distracted or put off by the writer’s style of writing?
This Sunday is Mothers Day and for the last 30 years, I have been without my mother. For several years after my Mother died, I could barely go near a card store in the month before Mothers Day. If I walked by the card section of a store, my throat would start to close up, my heart would start beating hard as I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I would often have to run out of the store, experiencing some kind of panic attack.
Now, I just avoid card stores and the card aisles of stores most of the time, but the other day, while at Walmart, I cut through the card aisle to get across to the grocery section of the store. I wasn’t thinking about Mothers Day, and there they were….rows of Mothers Day cards. I felt a tug at my heart and an overwhelming flood of grief. Yes, it’s been 30 years, but I’ve never stopped missing her, and I hope I never do, for if I stopped feeling that grief, then I will feel like I have lost her forever.
A few years ago, I participated in a writers’ workshop. Every day, I would receive an email that laid out the topic of the day’s writing. One of the assignments was to write about a day in time I would like to return to and I wrote an essay about my last trip to Jekyll Island with my Mother. The details of the essay are correct. I was pleased with how the essay turned out and I’d like to share it with you in memory of my Mom this Mothers Day. You can read it here (entitled, “A Room With a View”).
