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My new friend, Eleni and her husband, are wanting to give. They’re wanting to give big – they’re wanting to give… themselves, to a child who needs them. Below is her letter that asks simply, can you help in any way, big or small, with this giving?

I know mentioning adoption, fertility, babies, spurs emotion of all kind. Whatever it spurs in you, I hope you’ll read her eloquent thoughts and keep her in mind, and in your heart.

Dear Friends:

After five years trying to conceive, we have made the decision to adopt a child. We feel adoption is a beautiful way to bring a child into our lives and to fulfill our dream of becoming parents. We have a lot of love, support, guidance and laughter to give.

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Old friends, Old friends, Sat on their park bench, Like bookends.
A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes On the high shoes, Of the old friends.

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Time it was, and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, a time of confidences Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories; they’re all that’s left of you, they’re all that’s left me to.

-Simon and Garfunkel, 1968

A month or so ago, no, undoubtedly it was longer now, an unknown number showed up on my phone. As is my practice, I didn’t answer. I often don’t answer the phone even when I know the caller- it scares me, disrupts my rhythm and flow of my days, or, in the case, quiet, writing evening. I especially don’t answer when I don’t recognize the number.

A minute later an email came through. This time from a name I DID recognize. “Just looking up old friends. How are you doing? Call me!” said the message from indeed an old friend, an old friend I hadn’t heard from in years, an old friend I once thought I loved, desparately, painfully, though now I know that feeling was just Read the rest of this entry »

My mom and I are off for five days four nights at the spa. The weather is beautiful, I can see the ocean from my bed and be in it in less than 20 seconds and I’ve already taken a class that kicked my booty (literally) and am off to a spa treatment. So I’m NOT COMPLAINING but…

Since our arrival at FLL (ft. lauderdale airport), things have been.. well just a step or two off. Don’t get me wrong, everyone’s nice and friendly and we’re having a great time but…

Among our encounters so far:

• the airport taxi driver who angrily said “pompANo, pomPANo, you have number? I take 95! 95! but then Read the rest of this entry »