I wrote this several years ago now, when I had tried a blog but wasn’t really sure what I always wanted to say. The blog withered and I moved on. But I just re-read this and I am startled by how much things change and, how often, they remain the same. The daughter I spoke…
The Doors to My Pantry
If you think of doors as an invitation, a lovely opening into our lives, then I have no way to explain the ominous double doors into my pantry. My pantry is just a large cabinet in my kitchen, really – not one of those glorious spaces you can walk into and peruse shelves of canned…
First Impressions
Her howling cry belied how tiny she was in my arms. Swaddled tightly, Chloe, my newborn, kicked and screamed as if she were trying to escape and I was at a loss as to what to do next. I had nursed her, changed her, walked her around my small hospital room and spoke softly about…
When Dads become our heroes- a Father’s Day reflection
In the late 1970’s, my dad won the Mother’s Day Award through our church. He really was the best mother a father could be. When my mother died of breast cancer in 1972, at the age of 42, Dad was left on his own to raise four children, all under the age of 13. I…
Spring Break in DC: What I learned
I love to travel. Pack my bags, live out of a suitcase, walk until my toes hurt kind of travel. Even with teenagers. This year, we realized, would be our last Spring Break as a family. With one kid going off to a far-away college, our schedules will no longer sync; everyone will start doing…
Big Sky Montana: Jake’s Horses
Next time you’re near Big Sky Montana, hitch a ride with Jake’s Horses. You’ll travel through fields and creeks — over mountains and into valleys. Your heart will want to go on forever. Your bottom will bottom out and you’ll be grateful to see Jake’s Barn towards the end of your ride — but you…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 