At a time when we are deluged with information, with news, with reports, I muse joyfully this July 4 on the Oath of Citizenship taken by those seeking to become U.S. citizens.
But today I’d like to take you on a vacation from both the 60s and 70s – both involving my brother, John Dromey.
Last week, I stopped at a yard sale and found two fans, old school box fans the size of televisions from the 1960s.
My wish is that all moms – and educators (I happen to be both) get the opportunity to re-charge in a place like the Tiny House.
I once was taking a bath and a centipede came directly out of the faucet.
Time expanded to fill her mission of love, of service, of joy.
Flowers are lovely, breakfast in bed – but cleaning up your room?
It’s a good time to look outside this lock down, while we are on screen, we can invite those cousins, those friends, those travelers to share their stories with cherubs who are used to a very different type of class.
Today I muse joyfully on full disclosure of life during this pandemic.
“Jimmy Joe” laughed easily, played the piano beautifully, and loved his daughters to the moon and back.