Stain-glass Eyes

Sidewalk Art in San Fransico Witnessing Road Rage discouraged to me.  It clearly shows one person thinking they are separate from everyone else.  When in reality, we’re all here together.  Turning, waiting, moving, stopping.  None of us can fly over the traffic.  Rarely do we have the road to ourselves.  We share it. A driver in a big, red, Chevy truck, deliberately cut off an older couple, in a smaller, tan Ford.  The couple slowly turned on a yellow light and he gunned it before they finished making their turn.  Cutting them off,  he kept yelling, throwing his fist out the window and honking with his other hand.  500 feet later, he took a quick, left turn, without his signal, and sped off.  The couple in their car, were quite shaken by his behavior and they had to stop and move even slower, to get out of his way. The other instance, a man, in a red and white Mini-Cooper, wouldn’t let me merge.   There ha...

The Little Brave, With Holden's Face I’m a person who gives a lot o thought to the "Why” of things,  I wasn’t shocked or overwhelmed when my son, (then-Heidi),wrote me the  "Important Long Letter For You”. He started it..."Dear Most Beautiful Mom”.  The letter explained his longing to change his gender. He's planning on having  "Top Surgery" in the next six months.  He offered me links to find out more about this procedure. He didn’t hesitate to include me.  He confirmed I could absolutely be by his side, during surgery and a couple of weeks after to be a mom.  He is now Holden. Holden has continually blossomed from birth to the beautiful 23 year old, he is now.  I wanted him to have all the space he needed, to be himself.  I wanted him to explore for himself what he wanted to do, or try.  He was very young when he started playing video games.  To have any competition he usually had to play his male friends, who ...

I think I’ve been using a mask and snorkel since I was about ten. Before ten, I held my breath, opened my eyes underwater, and felt with my hands, if I couldn’t see.  ( I still hold my nose, when I jump into the deep end of a dock or piling, without a mask) I’ve spent the last twelve days in St.Ignace, Michigan.  I hit Huron Bay almost every day.  The first few days the water seemed cold, but manageable.  The last couple of days I swam, it was too cold to go without a wetsuit. Even with a suit, my feet and hands freeze!  Especially since I refuse to get out until I cover a lot of territory, while spying on the lake bottom. I was returning to Ann Arbor on Tuesday.  So, Monday was my last chance to snorkel.   I dug out a pair of heavy, long, black flippers, from the basement. I was determined to cover more area and fins were going to help. Anyone who has used a wetsuit, weight belt, mask, snorkel and fins, can tell you, most of the...

His Shirt Says, "INDEPENDENT" This year, July 4th brought back memories of my childhood and of my girls’ younger days. (They’ll be glad I don’t have my pictures with to post of them)  Downtown in St. Ignace, Michigan Patriot, Waiting for the Parade to Come By Yes, I put large bows in their hair, made them wear dresses and insisted the parade was fun.  They were the kids on the side-lines with their ears plugged with their fingers, worried looks on the faces, when the clowns came by, and ready to jump into the road, when they saw the horses approaching. Never Feels Like a Parade Without Horses (Gaylord Used Klondike Horses in the Parade) "WHY IS IT SO LOUD?"  "I'm Saving My Ears So I Can Play Cello in a Symphony, Someday!" The Clowns Are Coming! Mom and I walked down the street with my sister, Kathy, and her husband, Pete.  Their son, Daniel and his f...