Dignity

It’s Friday, May 23, 2014; I’m a music teacher and it’s the morning after all my spring concerts are over.  My husband Patrick, a South African citizen whom I and our son have not seen for two years and seven months because of U.S. immigration, calls and wakes me.  I make coffee and go outside so we…

Moment of the Day

It has been a goal of mine, each day of 2014, to write a short note of the best moment of the day and put it in a ceramic jar.  At the end of this year I will read them; my 2014 “highlights”. I teach music to kindergarten through 6th grade kids in a rural,…

Impossibilities

It’s been two and a half years since we’ve seen Daddy/Hubby and our immigration counselor filed everything with the National Visa Center four days ago.  Since then my son has been weepy, waking too early, hurting himself on everything he touches, peeing the bed, got in a major dog pile on the playground, had bad dreams,…

Jumping off bridges

Ten years of marriage to Patrick September has been like leaping off Kelsey Creek bridge on the Scott River:  scary, completely out of my control or comfort zone, breath-taking, shocking upon landing. I was particularly blue when Patrick called this morning. He made a joke about throwing me off a bridge, something our best friend told…