And see me

My mother is a Christian. My father is atheist and my stepmom a Jew.

And you lump me in a category, what is wrong with you?!

I am many things, but hatred I am not.

Peace and love is all I have all else I feel should rot.

Instead of seeing me as liberal scum have a different plan,

I wish you would start seeing me as in a fellow Americans

Let’s do one even better, don’t see me behind a wall.

Just see me as a fellow human. And nothing else at all.

Hindsight is 20/20

First I had a vision.

Then went on a mission.

I cannot stand for in decisive in decision

Then I saw a red hat, standing with a gun.

Then I knew that science was finally on the Run!

Come on, bring on, Summer.

Go out with one another.

I cannot stand if you bring this to my brother.

Then I saw the virus, sitting with a grin.

Saying now it’s time for the party to begin….

happy birthday

Today is my birthday, happy birthday to me!

40 years have gone by, a lot I did see.

But this is the weirdest birthday of them all.

Quarantined, alone, up against the wall.

No restaurants to go to or anyone to visit this year

No movie to make me laugh, scream, or shed a tear

The virus we can’t see it but we know it is there!

Cannot risk going out, for it is everywhere!

Thank you to all who reached out to me on the phone.

I know I’m not the only person to celebrate a birthday alone!

We cannot celebrate together. We must be smart and think twice.

Alone on my birthday is my small sacrifice.

We all have cabin fever. The weather invites. But stay inside!

I love you. Please, no one, take the covid-19 ride!

It’s my birthday, I am allowed one wish to come true,

I wish love, health, safety, to each and everyone of you.

Because I can

At the end of June in 2017 I was on life support for 6 days. One year exactly on the same day I snapped out of life support I visited the Pacific Ocean, not to prove to myself I was still here, but because I could.

I went to SUNY Cortland and lived a half an hour away in Whitney Point. One day I drove past my school exit on the highway and kept driving north. I got to Albany. Then I drove to Canada. Not just to show my newfound Independence but, because I could.

When I lost the ability to drive I began to write. Then I lost the ability to write and to type and I began to speak. My words still echo the page. I can still go anywheres I choose. I choose to stay in one spot. You are capable of anything you choose. When someone asks me why did you of all things I became a wife and mother, I reply, because I could. Because I can.