Father's Day

We've yet to have a barbecue at Mom's. By this time in the year, we've usually had a few. Dad tidying up the back a little. Mom asking us what we'd like on the grilled menu. Vegetables, please! And chicken too! Us hanging on the weekends just relaxing. Calling Auntie & Uncle to join us from CT. Sometimes some pool golf, a gift we'd given Dad years ago. Playing golf -- pool table style. Dad in his grilled-up t-shirt hanging halfway so that his gallbladder scar shows and his old man Chinese dragon, Muay Thai-looking boxers and tongs in hand flipping meats & making sure not to overcook the eggplant & zucchini. A cup of red wine in the other. And songs like "May Way" and "More" glaring just a bit from the retro minus-one boombox.

Those days are gone. And it may be a long while before we ever have a barbecue in the back again. Until then, I'm happy to barbecue in Stamford among family & close friends.

A quick note about Father's Day

Knowing that we'd be spending most of the weekend in CT, A. & I had spent Friday night into Saturday with Mom & Dad T. in Jackson (NJ), making sure to treat Dad T. to lunch. Once Sunday afternoon (actual Father's Day) came, A. said to me, "Did you call my Dad?" (Do we have to? We saw him yesterday already!) I couldn't help but respond, "Did you call mine?!"

And A. shot back with, "Yes. I spoke with him in church."

Yeah. Me too.

The Double DDs: Dunkin' Donuts & Dying with Dignity

Every time I get my hot (or cold) medium cup of DD turbo coffee, I am reminded about Dad's hospitalizations last summer -- a week and a half in June and a week in August. Mom took the night shift, and I relieved her in the morning. To do so, I would stop by the drive thru to jolt up on my turbo DD, then drive to Bayonne Hospital's parking deck and make my way to Dad's room. I would reassure Mom that she could take a break & sleep at home until the evening when we would switch off once again.

My turbo DD and Dad's DD

TURBO IN HAND
i cross the light
walk through the automatic doors
past he guard's station
my feet skate reluctantly
along the too familiar marble floors.

FATE IN GOD'S HANDS
issues a DD Alert
Dying with Dignity rings in Dad's ears
like a solemn bell groaning
in a century-old church.

DAD'S HAND IN MOM'S
his grip tightens with every knowing
and loosens with each non-living moment
as the clock's hand streteches toward . . .

DD.

Namaste's now

breathe in

exhale

pause

relax

. . . 

inhalation

. . . 

maintains the moment 

of . . . 

now . . . 

On the new job

So far, work has been great.  As I've been sharing with folks, I'm doing more writing than I've done before in any position, honing in on my grant-writing skills, which I'm very  much enjoying.  While reading through hundreds of pages of government RFPs can be daunting, I am thankful to be working for a worthwhile organization whose mission is to transfer the lives of New Yorkers in need.  As I struggled the past eight months to figure out what to do next, I kept telling myself, All I want to do is be in a position where I know that I'm contributing to the greater good & can also make use of my past professional experiences. I'm not trying to climb any career ladder as I've discovered what I thought I wanted in my twenties certainly isn't what I want now -- to have a family. And for me, it's important to be in a job that as much as it involves a wonderful cause, it also needs to support a family life. 

While at the gym last week, I watched CNN's feature on 'Womenomics,' how First Lady Michelle Obama is a role model for today's women.  Authors of the book Womenomics Claire Shipman and Katty Kay refute the myth of Superwoman -- having it all, a successful career & a family.  It is just a myth.  They commented that the First Lady has taught us that women do need to make some hard choices about when they want to have a soaring career and when they want to take precious time to be with their families.  Women's lives are not meant to move in straight lines, but do take some curves. 

And as someone who aspires to be a mom in the future, there's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to 'be in my life.'  During my time off, I agonized over what kind of job to look for anticipating that A. & I want to move forward with adoption & start our family soon.  It's important to me to be in a job that has sanity and will allow me to balance both work & family as much as possible.  And if that means not having a top title or not making the most optimal salary, that's okay.  

Thank goodness for Womenomics.  n. 1. Power.  2. A movement that will get you the work life you really want.  3. The power collision of two simple realities:  a majority of women are demanding new rules of engagement at the very moment we've become the hot commodity in today's workplace.