Despite being a writer and even though I wrote about the Himalayas while I was there, there were certain things that, had it not been for such caught-in-the-action pictures, I might have forgotten, that even now I had to ask someone to tell me the full story.
I always dismissed Grandparents Day as another one of those "Hallmark" holidays. I never sent flowers or a card or a made a special call. Ironically, this past Grandparents Day, I attended the funeral of my last surviving grandparent, my Bubbe Lilly, who died a few days ago at the age of 99.
My kids have known grief. They've no doubt felt anger, too. But my kids have never felt that fear I felt, they've never fled a room in terror like I did. They've never had to face an adult who has just violated their rights and listened to a pathetic, hollow apology.
I continued down the road, reflecting on all of these things, with the cadence of my breath and pedals steady, powering into the wind. I began to think about how amazing this life has been. At 37 years old, I'm starting to see things in a much different way.
Cesareo Pelaez was a psychology professor at Salem State College (now Salem State University). I met him in the 1980s when I was a psychology major at Salem State. Placed seemingly randomly under the wing of such a unique individual, my life was and remains forever changed.
You probably think that memory is the exact opposite of creativity. After all, the things you memorize already exist, they're not new. And creativity is all about a new idea that didn't exist before... right?
Those stories that we tell -- how we met, how he proposed, the birth of each of our children -- those stories are what connect us to each other and keep us remembering all (so much!) that we've experienced together.