The time between now and day 1 of filming Calcutta is My Mother is dwindling and my anxiety is mounting. So often I wish I were more laid back and confident; easy going and relaxed. I certainly can be those things but in describing myself those traits wouldn't even make the top 10 list. I'm feeling eager … Continue reading 17 Hours.
Category: mother / daughter
Actually, Pamela is My Mother…
A lot of thought and prayer went into titling the documentary and I did initially struggle with the phrase "Calcutta is My Mother" simply because I do have a mother and her name is Pamela. While I believe it to be an appropriate title for the film because it best encompasses the driving force behind the project, I want to clear … Continue reading Actually, Pamela is My Mother…
I Hate the Term “Adoptive Parents”
In one of my recent posts I used the term "Adoptive Mom" when referring to my mom. I did so for clarification purposes because I had also referenced my biological mom within the same paragraph. I hate that I called her my "adoptive mom". Even as I wrote that portion I labored over it, wavering … Continue reading I Hate the Term “Adoptive Parents”
Friendship Love | Valentines Day, Part 1
A couple of years ago Rubina and I threw our first Valentines Day party for a sweet group of friends and it's become a really special day each year with people we treasure. My, how they have grown in the last 2 years... Each year all of the little ones bring a special valentine … Continue reading Friendship Love | Valentines Day, Part 1
Learn to be a Ninja…
Rubina often presents some interesting topics during our evening bedtime banter; anything to stall and fill the short space of time between adamantly protesting her sleepiness and her sweet, little snores. She's presented many questions over the years during this time... Last night, after singing each of her favorite songs [twice] she quietly said, "Mommy, … Continue reading Learn to be a Ninja…
Threads of Tradition | Throwback to a Sweet, Little Sweater and Traditions that Bind
(Left, me 1984 | Right, Rubina 2015) These photos thrill me. I love seeing Rubina in the same sweater I wore as a little girl. I delight in any opportunity to share with my precious Ruby. Especially pieces of my childhood. You may think I'm a terrible mother, but I found so much joy in … Continue reading Threads of Tradition | Throwback to a Sweet, Little Sweater and Traditions that Bind
throwback to a funeral that never happened…
A year ago today I sat with my dad and brothers and, together, we planned my mom's funeral. She was on life support for the 2nd time in 3 years and the dr's were confident her body was going to fail this time around and she wouldn't survive another day. We sat in my parents living room … Continue reading throwback to a funeral that never happened…
throwback to a preemie named rubina…
I missed World Prematurity Day on Monday so I'm making up for it now. Rubina was born at exactly 30 weeks; 2 full months early. We were terrified. Because her early arrival was so unexpected none of our family had arrived in Denver so we were alone. While, we would have loved to have our parents … Continue reading throwback to a preemie named rubina…
spackle me pretty.
I wear a lot of makeup. There. I said it. I didn't ever want to reveal this to you but the topic has been on my mind so I decided to just get it over with. I want to be as authentic as possible here and this is something I decided was important to share. This … Continue reading spackle me pretty.
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