some grateful applause

Since election day, I’ve been in a state of nervous agitation on top of being unusually busy with work and home duties.  Happily, my Thanksgiving break starts today, and I’d like to start it off by applauding some smart, courageous, and creative people I know who are doing admirable and inspiring things. For example, one of the smartest women I know just sold her house, loaded up her young children, and hit the road in search of “where she really wants to live.” Quite a bold move! A friend from high school is serving as the Regional Board Chair for the Anti-Defamation League in Los Angeles. She’s fighting bigotry and championing women.  A former colleague– a most excellent English teacher, counselor, and yearbook adviser– opened her own exercise studio with her sister.  I’m extremely proud of her because I know that opening a dance studio has long been her dream, and she is working hard and taking risks to make it happen.  Then there is this astounding intellectual endeavor co-written by the mother of a former student!  I knew that Philippa was accomplished and brilliant, but to create a play like Margaret of Anjou is something so original and audacious that my jaw drops.  I’m finding comfort in knowing that brave, smart women are daring to try new ventures and work for themselves and others.  So I salute all of us: those working to design new lives, art, or businesses, and those of us working to keep up with laundry, weeds, and essays.  Keep fighting the good fight.



We recently celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary, and I am still astonished that we have been married so long.  No, not because we don’t get along, but because the time has passed so quickly.  As a later-in-life bride, I feel like we’ve been married two to maybe six years.  Five, I can believe.  Ten, not so much, and certainly not fifteen.  Yet we were married in 2001, so that makes 15!

Many things in our life reflect the passing of time. We’ve gained weight, and our hair tends to sparkle more in the sunshine. Our house looks very different from the yellow, transite covered box we moved into, and both the front and back yards are completely free of the lawns we inherited.  We started our married life with two cats: a tabby and a super fluffy masked Black and white.  While we still have a tabby and a tuxedo, they are not the kitties who came with the marriage.  The “older” generation of our family now consists only of our two moms and one uncle on each side.

All these experiences and changes make for a busy and satisfying life. So, why am I so mystified that fifteen years have passed?  Maybe it’s because the feelings haven’t changed as much as everything else, and we’re still stumbling through a happy marriage.