To lose favor or a position of power or honor is a fall from grace.   Last weekend a hot shot, flashy football player, who happens to be the son of his coach "Neon" Deion Sanders, was expected and expected to be one of the top 3 National Football League draft picks.  Namely, Sheduer (Light of the Almighty) Sanders, the star Colorado QB.   He was ready to be coronated, but pick after pick his status and stock shrunk and after the second day of the draft (and 102 picks) he was fallow in free fall.   

As I glanced out the window a few days ago, I saw a bumblebee hopping from bud to bud in the morning sunshine. The first bumblebee I had seen this Spring…and I smiled in the secure understanding that Nature would keep us grounded.

My son Joe is going to graduate High School in less than a month. He thinks he would like to go for Mechanical Engineering as a major. Joe has of late, not been a great student grade wise as “senioritis” kicked in early in the term, and he has let his grade point average dip a bit. That and his lack of focus has made it tough for his parents to support this given his recent history. But as his parents, we have to.

Saturday night, Rock Voices (Long Island West) came together for their Spring Concert at Walt Whitman High School.   

Do you ever splurge on yourself? If so on what?   Anyone who reads my blog knows I am a fan of handbags.  Two years ago, when my husband and I were planning a trip to Paris for my birthday, a close friend asked us to buy  for her a Louis Vuitton tote bag. She was celebrating a special birthday and was willing to splurge a large amount of money on this designer tote bag. She knew that it would be cheaper in Paris and, we agreed to purchase the bag for her.

Last month, I shared proud parent moments involving my daughter with whom her mom and I celebrated another achievement the month before.

For more than six decades, I had a great streak going.No fillings.No crowns.No root canals.Not even a single cavity. Basically, my teeth were the stuff of dental legend.  And then... it happened. Out of nowhere, one of my molars turned on me. Before I knew it, I was sitting in a chair, mouth wide open, being told that my perfect record was about to be absolutely shattered. 

As I write this I am experiencing a sense of melancholy and I ask myself why? Clearly, it is because we will soon return "home" in the north.   "Home" Where is "Home"? If "Home" is in the north, why am I experiencing meloncholy?