“I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was, ‘the man goes on top and the woman underneath’. For three years my husband and I slept on bunk beds.”
Joan Rivers
Monthly Archives: November 2011
so lucky
today is your birthday and you are 17
I remember the day you were born
we went into the hospital on a sunny warm fall day
and you arrived to snowfall
a fitting bit of magic.
on that day
I suddenly was no longer an average girl
I became a superhero
a nurturer
a provider
a protector
a warrior
an emotional heap
a strong girl, a loving girl, a good mom
you made me look so good at a job I was so new at
I had no previous experience and you taught me everything I know
the spectacular person you are and have always been – I was somehow given credit for and yet you came to me this way
you smiled and laughed and sang every day
making the world a better place
leading with kindness and love.
You are my baby
the one who introduced me to my best work
motherhood
and my best self.
Happy Birthday, my big little girl
The world is so lucky to have you.
It is not that I am trying to make you cry – but if you want a good one click here for my post called growing pains (it is actually one of my favourite posts) about that hard thing we all have to do- hold on and let go- with those we love
the unexpected
If I have told you once, I have told you a thousand times; I love the unexpected.
I was sitting at Grano in my Language and Linguini class last Monday night, learning Italian, eating deep fried Calamari, sipping on a Valpolicella, when I got a silent text from a man I have been talking to online a bit but have not yet met.
“Have you seen the Leonardo Da Vinci Exhibit ?”
He knows almost nothing about me and yet- here I was in Italian class, 1000% always interested in all things related to art and this coincidence appears. You know me – art school- sitting in Italian class- Leo was an Italian.
Are you with me?
I think I will go with him.