A hard way to learn the truth.

Ever since 1979, Easter has been a bittersweet holiday for me. Yes, the Easter Bunny arrives bringing foil chocolate eggs and jelly beans, but the last time I saw my mom alive, was the night before Easter. She went into the hospital that night and because of hospital rules, I was never able to visit her and thus, I never saw her again. 29 years ago. 29 years and I still remember seeing her as she walked down my grandmother's hall, heading to the hospital. 29 years and I still remember how I called out and she stopped by the room where I had been sleeping. 29 years and I still remember jumping out of bed and running down the stairs to catch up with her, but was too late. 29 years and I still remember seeing the Easter baskets already laid out. 29 years, but I still remember how I felt in my little six year old mind. I had been told that the Easter Bunny only arrived once everyone in the house was asleep. My parents hadn't gone to sleep yet, this much I knew. Quite a hard way to learn the truth.

Shades of style.

Okay. Here's the 70's maroon picture. Go ahead and laugh. Even though I had the dress dry cleaned, I still smelled like a Grandmother's Basement. I tried to keep my distance from people.

Rite of passage.

Tonight was our school's auction and anniversary celebration. Every year the graduating class auctions off glass bowls with faces that the kids design. We were the fortunate winners of our son's class.

Since it was the school's anniversary, it was optional to dress in the decade of your choice. Brian and I chose to dress in the 70's during it's maroon period. If I have the guts, I'll publish a pic.

Music only a mom can love.

Recorder recital. Do I need to say more?

My brother the famous musician double.

My brother Ben, has an uncanny resemblance to the star in the movie ONCE, Glen Hansard. I was flipping through TV channels today and caught a music video from the movie and I got all teary. It was like I was seeing Ben. Of course, Ben is a lot more handsome.

A sure sign of spring.

The days are getting longer. Daffodils are blooming. Birds are singing. However, nothing signals the sure sign of spring like the beginning of Little League season.

Sasquatch in the woods.

About two years ago my son became obsessed with Sasquatchs (aka Big Foot). He and his friends researched all about them and he became convinced that they were real. He stopped going outside by himself when he swore that he saw one run through our yard.



This weekend we went hiking. Look what we saw....what do you think?