Suzanne wound up at my house through a series of choices made by her, by me, and by others along the way, and so you could say it was... random.
In the same way that I have always loved being a mom, I love hosting visitors: cooking for them, advising them, showing them around, seeing what intriguing conversations we fall into. Yesterday, I invited Suzanne to come along for my Saturday walk in the woods with my trusty husky, Sequoia.
Suzanne emerges from the guest bedroom wearing a big smile and a Corey shirt. Who even has a Corey Feldman shirt these days? It's a joke, the Corey Feldman Center of the Arts, but that only adds to the fun--and poignancy--of this moment, standing in my kitchen with a bright young woman who is about the age of my Corey, and we are headed out for a walk in the woods together.
In the crisp early November air, with the autumn sun warming our backs, we talk, navigate leaves and roots, stop to enjoy a mountain waterfall. I walked part of this trail with Corey five or six years ago. No matter. I feel her walking with us today, and I give thanks for random/not random events in the world of change and life and death.
In the same way that I have always loved being a mom, I love hosting visitors: cooking for them, advising them, showing them around, seeing what intriguing conversations we fall into. Yesterday, I invited Suzanne to come along for my Saturday walk in the woods with my trusty husky, Sequoia.
Suzanne emerges from the guest bedroom wearing a big smile and a Corey shirt. Who even has a Corey Feldman shirt these days? It's a joke, the Corey Feldman Center of the Arts, but that only adds to the fun--and poignancy--of this moment, standing in my kitchen with a bright young woman who is about the age of my Corey, and we are headed out for a walk in the woods together.
In the crisp early November air, with the autumn sun warming our backs, we talk, navigate leaves and roots, stop to enjoy a mountain waterfall. I walked part of this trail with Corey five or six years ago. No matter. I feel her walking with us today, and I give thanks for random/not random events in the world of change and life and death.
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