I didn't have room to list everything she taught me.
Wonder if I should send her a Father's Day card, too, since she's my mother and father now.
Archival photo of today's Intelligencer, which is still a daily. Used to work at their Easton Road office in Warminster as a copy writer. Now I write an occasional Guest Column.
Wrote my Guest Column - which I titled "President Obama Endorses Mental Health Month - in about an hour. Couldn't believe how fast I did it. Crammed in a lot of info in the required 700 words.
Then I shipped it off to my boss for her approval. Ada had a good point, which I incorporated in the revised copy, before I sent it to Editorial Page Editor, Alan Kerr, who's won awards for his work.
Among other things, I spoke about people from New Directions and their numerous accomplishments.
Had a call from a Family Member today. I'd recommended several psychiatrists for her young son. Two of our most esteemed psychiatrists did not take a full psych evaluation nor acknowledge the bipolar family history of the young man, who recently was manic and locked up in a horrible facility 75 miles from home.
I gave her more names, but it takes two months to get a 'new patient' appointment, which I said in my newspaper article.
How are you handling it, I asked him.
Well, as a guy who retired before me said, "It took about 20 minutes."
He can now catch up with his gardening and he power-washed his white picket fence. He can devote more time to church activities, including becoming a Bible Study Teacher - he does believe in evolution - and he served as a judge at Drexel U, his alma mater, for middle school science students who had an underwater robotics project. I think. Don't quote me. It would look funny if I took notes while visiting my neighbors.
WHY I LIKE FLOWERS
In a small room with
I sat bare-bottomed
sandaled feet removed from
and she told me my uterus
has grown smaller with age
‘shrunk’ was the word she used
invisible behind the summer shorts
I would put on
Sometimes they remove it when it gets old
like a tree taken down
Stay with me, I say,
Who else has been so patient
made just for me
swelling just so
when the babies bulged inside
the perfect incubator
so, it bled a drop of blood
a protest, I suppose, a cry,
a tear of sorrow
for what once was.
Driving home with a Beethoven
Quartet making the spring air
even more beautiful
I wonder why people like flowers.
Are we a kind of flower?
To cup a flower in your hand
is to see a world without
perfidy, malignancy, cruelty
we see ourselves as once we were
the innocence and yearning
of the newborn.