The other night, some friends and I had our “Mom Circle” sunset meeting at the beach. It was supposed to be last week, but there was rain moving through our area. Such rotten luck, it has only rained a handful of times since June. I watched the weather app on my phone for about … Continue reading Coping and Carrying On
Author: gretchenmulroy
To The Graduates
I am watching the graduation ceremony from my home, it's live streaming on community television. This was definitely not how any of us thought the school year would end. But at least... It's been a season full of "at least's". At least they got to have a ceremony, at least they got to graduate together … Continue reading To The Graduates
The School that We Built
There is a school in a quaint little town, nearby the sea. This is a school that was built, brick by brick, quite traditionally; contractors, masons, hours upon hours, days upon days, piece by piece. Here is a picture of the school in the town by the sea. These are the bricks that make up … Continue reading The School that We Built
I Am From
When my girls were in middle school, one of their assignments was to write a poem titled "I Am From." I've saved those poems, and I still read them. I always loved the idea of a piece that was a word collage of memories. In honor of Mother's Day, I've written my own "I Am … Continue reading I Am From
Ode To Unused Things
Ode To Unused Things To my oversized gray Coach tote Standing sentry in my foyer closet Holding my car keys, wallet, Various other things I deemed "necessities" On a daily basis And now have not touched more than three times in 35 days I will never again complain how heavy you are I salute … Continue reading Ode To Unused Things
Faith, Love, Strength
Christmas 2013 (Letter to Family and Friends, edited) I was 11 when I first started keeping a journal. I loved how I could write anything I wanted and could go back and read it whenever I wanted. I could experience some of those feelings again just by reading and remembering. For me, it was powerful. … Continue reading Faith, Love, Strength
Flea Market Weekend
On the first weekend in May, there is an antique car show and flea market in Rhinebeck, NY. When I was a kid, this was arguably one of my favorite weekends of the whole year. We'd pack up our little family camper with clothes and food. Then my dad would pack his stuff, filling the … Continue reading Flea Market Weekend
When Time Stops
If you look closely at this photo, you can probably tell it’s just a rehearsal. The scenery is not quite finished, there is no orchestra. The finale costumes aren’t completely ready, some still need alterations; so there are some colors mixed in with the stunning gold, white, and black. There are no face mics, no … Continue reading When Time Stops
A Little Sick Day
When I would have a "sick day" as a kid, I was allowed to sit in my Dad's recliner, which was otherwise off-limits. I could relax and watch TV, with the channel box and its 15 foot cord stretched over to the folding tray table set up next to me. As long as I was … Continue reading A Little Sick Day
My Give a $h!t is Broken
There used to be a time when I wouldn't leave the house without makeup. There used to be a time when I wouldn't leave the house if I hadn't showered. Those days are a distant memory. So distant, in fact, that I'm struggling to even nail down a decade when I last cared about that. … Continue reading My Give a $h!t is Broken
