Life Story

In this moment my kids are the main characters. They are entry level teenagers, so needy, so emotional, so confused, and so interesting to observe. They provide all the drama I could ever imagine. All in one day I am excited, griped with anticipation, worried sick, and gratefully content. It is an amazing ride.

Memorial Day

A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang;
And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
Doubtless, he thought it meet of him
To say good-by to men.

—Emily Dickinson,