As I sat waiting to be called in I thought about Thanksgiving, its origins and about how lucky I am. My life like most has challenges, yet I pride myself on virtually never complaining. Then I had an aha moment.
This will be our third Thanksgiving without my father's sidekick for close to 70 years -- my mother. We've all made adjustments. The only family member who lags behind, is Seamus, my 9-year-old black labrador.
Do you feel that there is a certain impossibility to "breaking up" nowadays? I just ended a "fervid" two year relationship with the woman I thought was going to be the "soul mate" for the rest of my life. I don't know why it happened.
I am beginning to realize that memoir doesn't mean a boring detailing of my life starting at birth. Memoir means telling the truth; memoir means sharing a part of your journey that changed you.
My veins wander and traverse each other, like a road map beneath my skin. They've always been that way, to an extent. Phlebotomists love me. But as I've grown older, and my skin has thinned, the veins have gotten more prominent. My kids tell me my hands weird them out. And sometimes I look at them and they weird me out. Mostly, they remind me that I'm aging.
Born in 1954, I identify as a Baby Boomer. But what does that mean, really? Who exactly are we Boomers? And how does the world see us? I decided to perform a quick Google Search and find out.
I'll admit it -- I was never a note writer. I actually tried to elope with my first husband just so I wouldn't have to write thank-you notes for my wedding gifts. Did I appreciate the gifts that were given? Of course. But I'd rather do without 5.45 sets of china than have to write ten thank you notes.
If I remain a New York resident I have no health insurance plan with out-of-state benefits available. Legally changing my residence to Florida there are at least three major insurance carriers with physician networks across the nation. The choice -- though frustrating -- is a no brainer.
Technology has created what relationship researcher Scott Stanley dubs the "soft breakup." This is a breakup that is known to only one member of the two-person relationship. The other member is left in a quasi-state of communication, something like a flawed Skype connection, in which one party sees the other, who only sees a black box.
God forbid that you should take whatever spare time you can muster to do something nurturing for yourself, enjoy the present moment or do something just for fun.
It is precisely this struggle and frustration that creates character, that provides the context, the backdrop to the real drama, the real action of our lives upon this stage.