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About wakeupandwrite

writer, teacher

passing time

Today is my son’s 29th birthday.

When my mom was 29, she already had 4 kids under the age of 5 and had recently moved into the home I remember the most and the neighborhood where my childhood memories are the most vivid.  We lived there for another 5 years before moving west.

When I turned 29, my oldest was 14 months old, and I was loving every minute of her coming toddlerhood. We were in the process of building a home with Self Help Homes but living in the home I moved into when I was 11 as my parents had moved but were unable to sell the home.  It was a magical time in my early marriage and early motherhood.

My son has good days and bad days.  He has good friends and he has a good heart and I know these two factors are the most important.

My daughter will soon be turning 33.

My mom was 33 when we moved west and I began the next significant portion of my childhood.  She went back to school and became a teacher and was highly engaged in our Girl Scouting lives.

When I was 33, I had just become the mother of a special needs child and was balancing work and motherhood.  Little did I know I was only at the cusp of “my real life.”

My daughter has taken a leap of faith and moved across the country to a new life, relationship and who knows what. She has good friends and knows her heart better than most people do.

My mom will soon be turning 84. I will turn 61 this year. My husband turns 65.

We never know which of our years will be the significant ones, the ones that become markers or noted by others. The timelines of our loved ones become measures for our lives only because we are familiar with them and usually have been participants however innocent we are at the time.  Reflecting builds comprehension, acceptance and compassion for ourselves and those we love.

inner clock

Today was the day.

The wind was shifty and boisterous, the clouds a little darker than usual, and there was that scent – just a teeny whiff but it was there – of September and autumn.

Yesterday evening I stood on my parent’s dock and jumped gleefully into the lake; the evening was hot and it felt the way August usually feels, like an expensive gift you’ve just opened but know you won’t get much use of so every excuse justifies its existence.

And then this morning I sat in the coffee shop and felt September digging around in the closet for her sweater and rain boots – just in case.


I had some extra time today before my Pilates class and I spent it wondering around a shop looking at stationary.  I love to purchase “greeting” cards.  Sometimes I’m looking for a birthday card or a special card for a friend.  I look for cards that have the kind of message I would want to hear and a personal visual that says “This card made me think of  you and it is important to me to share my feelings about you, with you, right now.”

I often buy cards just for myself – because who knows better what I want to be hearing and seeing at any particular moment.


the word that popped into my head tonight – funny/curious that it has so many relevant meanings for this time and place

a person’s way of standing or moving

relation or relevance

the level to which something bad can be tolerated

a part of a machine that bears friction, especially between a rotating part and its housing

a structural part that supports weight

the direction or position of something, or the direction of movement, relative to a fixed point

awareness of one’s position relative to one’s surroundings




I’ve been absent from this space.

I’m not sure why.

Many times thoughts came to my mind and I paused..

thinking maybe I should write something

but instead

I knit

or just sat


birds at the feeders

cats at play

sun beams

not thinking in words


no writing

Too bad writing requires words






rain patter
birds chatter
clock ticking
standing up
headed to work


prone on my mat
eyes closed
clock ticking
silenced phone buzzing
footsteps in the street
train whistle nearing
seagulls in the distance
door closing
sitting up
headed home

I went looking

The sky was dramatic yesterday
so I went for a walk in one of my favorite places
to look at its beauty above

and everything between and beneath





and yes, Marcia, I did find the nest:IMG_8343