Memorial Day Quotes

 

                                                                            

                                                                             

Birthday May 23, 2023 and Others I Remember

A Birthday Present from My Daughter

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Birthday.  May 23, the day I of my birth.  I imagine Mother's relief as I slip from her womb and she hears my first cry.  Her first pregnancy ended in a stillbirth.

Birthday party.  Pinatas and presents and ice cream and cake.  The year I am four, a friend gets sick and has to cancel her birthday party.  Oh no, I think.  Without a party, she won't get any older.

Birthday.  The warmth of spring.  May 23 is the first day each year that I'm allowed to go barefoot outside, feel the prickly grass on my feet and smell the magnolias blooming in our yard.

Birthday.  May 22,  the day my baby sister is born, ripped from Mother's belly by Caesarian section.  While Mother is in the hospital, a bird flies down our chimney and swoops around our living room, resulting in my lifelong fear of birds.

Birthday.  The year I am 20, when I should be celebrating the transition from teenager to adult, but I am lying flat on my stomach in the women's burn ward at John Sealy Hospital in Galveston, awaiting the next skin graft.

Birthday.  August 28, the day ny daughter is born, an exhilarating and day when I become responsible for another human being, who would teach me how to be a mother.

Birthday, April 9, the day my son is born, all 9 lb. 13 1/2 oz. of him.  Hard to believe he just turned 60.

Birthday.  November 26, Thanksgiving, the day my granddaughter is born and I watch her dash into the world.

Birthday.  My 70th, spent alone while my husband is in the hospital, slowly dying from leukemia.  This is my worst birthday.

Birthday 2023.  I hope to enjoy all the birthdays I have left.

Are You There, God? It's Me Margaret

 This is the perfect mother/daughter movie.  Perfect for a middle schooler, older teen or even a daughter of a "certain age."  Long ago, we both read Judy Blume's classic novel about a seventh grade girl whose family moves to New Jersey.  There she is immediately befriended by a neighbor girl and invited to join a secret club.  At their weekly meetings the four girls discuss...what else?  Boys, bras, and their periods. Who will get hers first?  Who will be first to "become a woman?"  On her own, Margaret pours our her concerns about religion to God.  Her parents have an interfaith marriage, Margaret doesn't know which religion to choose.  Her search for religion and her preteen/early teen angst make a delightful movie.  My daughter and I chuckled throughout and remembered our own thoughts and concerns at Margaret's age.  

Will this book be allowed in schools today, given its themes on development and on religion?  What do you think?

Leaving Your Legacy

I discovered the importance of legacy letters, once called ethical wills, from a sidebar in the AARP magazine.  These are documents you write in your own words, often to leave to your family to be read after you're gone.  Or they can be letters to someone on a special occasion--to a newborn, to a new graduate, to a couple on their wedding.  Maybe you've always thought that someday you are going to do this, but somehow you've never gotten around to it.  Don't wait!  

I have been giving Legacy Letter workshops for the past several years, and they never fail to inspire.  In June, I'll be doing one for the West University Senior Center.  If you're around, I hope you'll come.

Here is an example of my favorite legacy letter of all the many I've read.  It was written by Sam Levinson, a former high school math teacher who became a beloved stand-up comic:

     To my children and children everywhere:

I leave you my unpaid debts.  Everything I own, I owe:

To America I owe the opportunity to be free and to be me.

To my parents I owe America.  They gave it to me and I leave it to you.  Take good care of it.

To the biblical tradition I owe the belief that man does not live by bread alone, nor does he live alone at all.  This is also the democratic tradition.  Preserve it.

To the six million of my people and the thirty million other humans who died because of man's inhumanity to man, I owe a vow that it must never happen again.

I leave you not everything I never had but everything I had in my lifetime:  a good family, respect for learning, compassion for my fellow man and some four letter words for all occasions: words like help, give, care, feel and love.

The Best Author Talk Ever!

 Monday, Leila Motley, author of Nightcrawling, the youngest Booker Prize finalist ever, captivated the sold-out Alley theater audience with a reading from Nightcrawling, her debut novel about a young, impoverished woman caught up in a sexual abuse scandal involving officers from the Oakland police department.  She gave a short reading but what was really impressive was her own background story. She has lived every writer's dream. Writing from "as soon as I learned to write," probably around seven years old, she sold Nightcrawling when she was 18. When she was enrolled in a literature class at Smith College, she mentioned to her professor, acclaimed author Ruth Ozeki, that she'd written a novel.  Ozeki asked to see it and when she read the manuscipt, referred Motley to her own agent. 13 editors clamored to buy it and at the book auction, Oprah appeared.  She'd read the manuscript and wanted to feature this teenager's book on her show.  Can you believe this is real?  The book came out last year, became an instant best seller and was nominated for the prestigious Booker Prize. What was equally amazing was this young woman's poise during the interview after her reading.  She pointed out that at many events, she's too young to join the other presenters at a bar.  She says she's not too worried about the proverbial "sophomore slump" that many authors experience when their second books don't live up to the promise of the first.  Nightcrawling is raw and gritty and at times almost painful to read, but who cares?  It's one in a million.  What will Leila Motley accomplish in the next five or ten years, I'm expecting great things. 

INPRINT SENIOR MEMBER WORKSHOP CELEBRATION: A READING

                              You're invited to a reading at the Evelyn Rubenstein Jewish Community Center 

                                                     5601 S. Braeswood, Board Room, 1st Floor

                                                                Sunday, April 23 at 3:00 pm

                                                    Tickets are free but reservations required

Join us to celebrate the stories of the senior memoir class as we give readings of our work, sharing pieces                                   about our lives, families, communities and neighborhoods.

Cathing Up

 Where have I been these last few months?  Sick most of January (not COVID, an infection), working on a writing project in February and on taxes in March,  But now it's April and I am ready to catch up.

First, Happy 60th birthday to my son Michael.  He checked and it's the only time in his whole life that his birthday has been on Easter.  But it's always on Passover.  We're having a family luncheon to celebrate next Saturday.

Between bouts of illness and writing and taxes, I watched the Oscars--disappointing. Everything, or Anywhere or Whatever made no sense to me.  I watched March Madness--disappointing.  The Houston Cougars bombed out and so did the Texas Longhorns.

I have been streaming Yellowjackets (spoiler alert--they feasted on their friend) and Succession (another spoiler alert--Logan Roy is dead)  I've read a great non-fiction book, Underlands.  It's beautifully written but you have to be interested in what lies under the earth and the oceans and cities and bridges.  I loved it!  I read just one novel--Kane and Abel, about two men whose paths cross throughout their lifetimes.  

My memoir class is doing a reading at the JCC on April 23 at 3:00.  My essay is House of Memories.