Monthly Archives: May 2012

I love that my daughter is a cop. One Christmastime, when she was little–too little to read–we were in the grocery store with her grandma Gigi. “Gigi,” she said, looking at the Happy Holidays paint-writing on the dairy cases, “I did not know you have gangs in Danville.” Let’s just say that my mother was a little less than thrilled that her four-year-old granddaughter had a speck of knowledge that street gangs exist. Anyway, that was pretty much when I knew my daughter was going to be the law, that it was in her DNA. She is balanced about it though. She may carry ‘cuffs and a Maglite, but she carries them in a really cute handbag with her lip gloss.

Of course I had many thoughts today, but I went into capital T Today with Two Big Thoughts: That I would write a ginnygram about my friend Emily, AND that I wouldn’t cry when I visited her in the hospital, where she’s kicking some serious leukemia bottom.* Who knew that I would a) be speechless about Em, and b) that although I wouldn’t cry about her, I would cry about this.

This is a thank-you note from my sister-in-law Pammy that we got today. She lives in a home with other adults with disabilities that range from the profound to I don’t even know. The last time we met with staff to set some goals for her, we suggested that she write letters. (And BTW, even though the date is 2011, she really means 2012.)

I don’t know if you can actually read this, but the last sentence is this: “Sorry its not very neat, but I don’t have any lines.”

As if everything would be okay, if only we had lines.

*Mama, this censor is for you.