mother's day

 

Happiness means being able to still hug your Mom on Mother's day. My sister and I made her whole wheat strawberry pancakes with agave nectar syrup. We also got her some flowers with daises and sunflowers. We went to the Museum of Fine Arts Boston for the Egyptian Tomb exhibit and got lunch at the Cafe. My Dad also turned 60 this week ..oh makes me feel so old.  Even though I am only 30 now... I feel like it was just yesterday that I was out in Boston going record shopping. I used to take trips to Harvard Square for Newbury Comics. They always had special import 7 "s that I could never find anywhere else. Like Avocado Baby or Huggybear. I'd come home and put on those records and write in my journal. I would start a new issue of my zine..paper clippings would fill my floor and I'd type out on my Mom's old typewriter. I have been typing on that same typewriter since I was in 5th grade. My first piece was a story about a young girl who was babysitting in a haunted house. I was so proud of my first typed up piece. I am sure it is packed away now. Under boxes Under letters.  Under everything that is no longer. In shoeboxes. Totes. Now.. I am typing on here instead. Expressing myself and jotting down everything ..staring at this blinking cursor. I am hoping that my old albums will be passed down to my little ones. Like so many short stories written and put aside..