I’ll begin with this: I have no musical talent whatsoever. I can’t sing, don’t play any instrument, and can barely manage to stay with a beat. Pretty sad for the son of an opera singer. Nevertheless, I’ve always loved music. As the saying goes, music moves me (that does not translate into good dancing skills). It’s hard for me to classify my taste in music other than eclectic. In the “old days”, I would walk into a Tower Records (remember those?), head straight for the listening stations and spend an hour listening to samples of different artists. Continue reading
From the moment my daughter entered the world, I found myself wanting to capture and share all the little things that happened with each passing day. I wanted to capture not only the the big milestones but also the little daily things she did and MY thoughts and emotions around them. During my pregnancy and after she was born, my husband and I were taking countless photos (that just sat on a hard drive) to document these incredible times while also trying to remember the amazing things she did and eventually, said, her interactions with other people, the thoughts that I and the people around her were having. I wanted to not only capture all these memories myself but to let others, like my mom, share in them and, more importantly, add to them from their own unique perspectives. Most importantly though, I wanted to eventually share it all with my daughter (and now the same thing with my son!) as she grows so that later in life she can look back at these times, enjoy them as we did and know how much I have always loved her. …and perhaps start adding to her own story. Continue reading
I must admit upfront that this post starts out a little heavy, but I hope you bear with me.
When I was 22 my dad died. It was sudden. I had just graduated college and was trying to figure out my way in the world. I remember the call from my brother telling me the news like it was yesterday, the shock of it, the hole it ripped in my world, the inescapable weight of the loss I felt.
I remember being told that as long as I remembered him, he would always be alive and with me and I do believe that, in essence, it is true. But as I get older and as the years since he passed continue to add up, my memories of my dad have started to fade. With each passing year, those that remain become less clear, less an accurate representation of who he really was and more a faded mosaic of distant and disparate memories that fit together loosely to form my current “memory” of him. I can look at pictures, see his face, see his smile and “remember” his great sense of humor but I can’t say that I really “know” him anymore. That’s a hard and upsetting thing to admit. Continue reading
So here we are: Memorial Day (for our U.S. Blinkbuggy-ers). It snuck up on us once again and, if you’re like us, you find yourself wondering… what just happened? Didn’t winter just start? And surely, we are not alone. Our non-U.S. Blinkbuggy-ers must be asking the same the same thing about their start of summer/winter (? – apply relevant season for your hemisphere) in general, right?
For us, the “surprise” that it’s already Memorial Day causes a sudden realization (again) that time seems to pass so quickly when you don’t pay close attention. It’s a stark reminder that we really need to slow down once in awhile, take a good long look at what we have and truly appreciate it. This is especially true as we look at how fast our kids are growing. Continue reading