Posts Tagged Under Dawn Yun
Old Friend
The clinical medical trial I was in for a year and a half, 18 months, 540 nights (not to mention monthly and bi-monthly visits) – was finally over.
It was the holidays and I was not going back East to visit family because I can’t handle the cold. But I missed my roots.
Spontaneously, I thought of a friend who I heard had moved nearby. In the summer she had invited me through Evite to a party at her new house, but I had a friend visiting from out-of-state who didn’t want to go so we ended up not.
By adminTime to Begin
My office was once my sanctuary.
It was pristine. Every paper in it’s place. I knew just where to reach to get exactly what I wanted.
Now when I reach for something — I have no idea what I will get. Nor, do I really want to know.
At one point I shared my office with my stepson and my daughter. Now my stepson has his own computer and desk in his room. That leaves Mimi downstairs in my office, er, make that HER office.
By adminNew Beginnings
It comes the same time annually.
The new year.
Each is filled with promise, hope, new beginnings.
What makes each year so special is all of the above.
Everything is fresh, new and possible.
By adminMaterial Girl
Most people think Madonna is the Material Girl.
Wrong.
My daughter is.
What she loves more than anything are stuffed animals. She has about 150 of them, including three that she recently received for Hanukah and several await her for Christmas.
She has so many that they cover more than half her bed, are piled atop her dresser and fight for space in her rocking chair.
Mimi, 6, is addicted to having things bought for her, but clearly, she needs to be 12-stepped from stuffed animals.
By adminChaperone
With four high-octane children and a husband often away on business, my mother never had the energy to go on field trips with me when I was in school.
So for my daughter’s first kindergarten trip – I wanted to be there to share this new experience. I said I would drive to Muir Woods and could chaperone another child. Once there, my daughter, Mimi, darted ahead to her friend, Annali, and her mother, Sherry, while my charge, Aimee, lagged behind, as did Sherry’s chaperoned child, Lizzie.
“Go ahead,” I yelled to Sherry. “We’ll catch right up with you.”
By adminAn Inspirational Woman
I was at the doctor’s office today with my daughter. I was so congested; my voice was nearly reduced to a whisper.
As I sat in the waiting room my doctor brought out an elderly woman named Millie and said it was fortuitous that we were meeting: she had been reporter and writer nearly her entire life and so had I.
While my daughter played, and the receptionist called a cab for Millie, we talked. Her heart was beating at twice its normal rate and she was being sent to a cardiologist because she refused to go to the emergency room.
By adminAppreciation
It never fails.
Whenever I feel sad about something that might be happening in my life, I see somebody worse off.
Usually it’s a physical impairment.
I saw a woman in her mid 30s, very attractive, moving along the sidewalk in her motorized scooter. She was missing both legs and both arms, but for a small portion of her right one that administered the controls that allowed her a degree of freedom.
By adminHonest Writing
It should be easy. I notice something and the words come to mind so quickly.
Sometimes there is magic. My fingers are like magnets on the keyboards; the words a continuous flow from brain to digits. It is almost as if I’m not involved. Not to go all woo-woo here, but it is something akin to channeling.
Ah, but then there are the other times. The times when the sentence is all wrong. It might sound good but, really, it makes no sense. There is no meter or flow. If I were playing an instrument it would be off key.
I can look for excuses and do! E-mail!!! Oh, what a pain. There are so many. (Oh, good, there are lots to answer so I have no time to write!)
By adminSchool Daze
Mimi and I slipped into Tae Kwon Do practice to watch her brother, Jay.
His kicks were high and on target. His smile large. His demeanor confident.
I can’t remember the last time I saw him so happy.
Finally, he had found his passion. The result: a discipline I can’t remember him ever having.
By adminUp Selling
It’s hard for me to believe that I once made my living as a bargain expert. That one can actually do so is amazing.
I have lost my savings chops since having children. Now all I do is overspend.
I am trying to listen to my inner voice, my wisdom, my intuition.
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