This is my mother at age 17, a photo taken 50 years ago.

Today would be her 67th birthday.

In her honor, I was going to take my dogs to the beach, but …

Last week I had to rescue JoJo from drowning in a friend’s pool.  JoJo is fine!  She learned to swim.

I, on the other hand, wound up with some bruises and a pinched sciatic nerve and have been ordered to rest.

Rest = No Beach.


I woke up this morning to a text message from my brother.

The message said, Hey there.  Do you have some good pics of mom you could text or email?  Email is xxxxx.

We don’t talk much, my brother and me.  We text in an emergency.  I didn’t even have his email address.

I emailed the above photo.


I just started reading THE DESCENDANTS by Kaui Hart Hemmings.

I woke up at one a.m. with the sciatic nerve and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I read for awhile.  This is one of the last lines I read before going back to bed:  I have inheritance issues.


If I couldn’t go to the beach, what could I do to honor my mother’s birthday?

If my mother were alive, she would have gone to church.

I went to mass at St. Mary’s at 7:30 a.m.

I do not go to church.

I have walked by this church, a mere 4 blocks from my house, every single day for the last 6 years.  I have never once stepped foot inside.

The priest read from the Book of Isaiah.

He read, Their heart is false; now they must bear their guilt.

He read, Break up for yourselves a new field.

I took communion.

I took notes.

I took communion even though I know I shouldn’t have.  I stood right up and got in line with everyone else.

When mass ended, the congregants sang my mother’s favorite song.  Seriously?


On the way out, a man handed me a flyer for an upcoming event.  The event will be held next month, on August 5th.

August 5th is my birthday.