Seattle

Seattle love

I am on vacation in Seattle, and my heart is so happy I could cry. Last night, as Greta and I were settling in to go to sleep, she asked if she should wake me up in the morning.  In a moment of Shakespearean inspiration, what I meant to say was, “I’m sure I will…

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Forward

Tomorrow is a new year, a fresh start, a clean slate. I like markers.  I like new beginnings.  I like boundaries that separate “this” from “that.”  It gives me a sense of control, however misperceived. 2010 is a year of starting over, in almost every way that I possibly could – even in ways that…

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Two years

I left Seattle two years ago today. Last year, I wrote a big dramatic soliloquy about my feelings. This year, I honestly don’t know what to say. I feel flummoxed. But wherever you go, there you are. Whatever that means.

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You’re only a month away

One month from yesterday, I will be leaving here… … and flying here. One month from today, I will be on my way here… … onboard this. One month from tomorrow, I will be watching these… … with wonderful family members, including them. We will welcome her back from Haiti. I will buy her one…

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Right now

On Friday night, I attended a memorial service of a dear friend in Seattle.  While there in the church pew, celebrating the life of and grieving the loss of this amazing woman, another friend took my hand and placed it on her pregnant belly to feel the baby kick. One friend is giddy about a…

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I need both

Nashville is a squeal of delight. But Seattle is a sigh of relief.

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Not alone

Sometimes, I need help.  But I don’t like to admit it.  And if there is anything that I hate, it is feeling indebted to those around me – or, worst of all, a burden.  I value independence and cleverness and resourcefulness.  I like being in everyone’s good graces, and will do anything to make sure…

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Man! I feel like a woman.

When I lived in Seattle, I was very, very independent. I lived alone. I paid my bills. I assembled my own Target furniture. When I dropped off my car for a repair in Ballard, I walked the 3 ½ miles to work rather than call for a ride. It wasn’t that people weren’t willing to…

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One of my all-time favorite memories

It is 2003. I am at a Seattle coffee shop with the two boys I used to nanny for, then 3 and 5; I am ordering them hot chocolates. We find a Magic 8 ball by the cash register. Annie: Oh, you guys! Check this out – you shake it and ask it a question,…

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Numbers 1 through 10

I have been sitting here for almost 4 hours, trying to write something. Anything. It doesn’t need to be a blog, it doesn’t need to be a song – but could I just find the right words to communicate something? My creativity seems to have ground to a halt. However, here is what I know…

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