Flowers are like sweets … In a perfect scenario, one should never have to choose between them. Perhaps that’s why I have so many favorites: gladiolus bunches in the foyer create an instant wow welcome statement; a single stem of hyacinth on the nightstand for a bit of goodnight aromatherapy, alstroemeria buds tucked in a hair up-do to finish a carefree spring look.
After college I moved to Queens, New York. In a few years, I was sure I would be working overseas for a big organization on important projects. To my delight, many adventures took me away from New York. And, I was even fortunate to work for a short while at a multinational agency on clean water initiatives in Kenya. Yet somehow each adventure brought me full circle. Ten years later, I’m living in the same neighborhood, in the same building in Queens.
I had to work last Sunday … what’s more I had to travel (sigh). For me, Sunday work-related travel is always a shock to the system. First there’s that “sinking feeling” all week long. Then there’s the let’s-live-it-up Friday night denial, and Saturday’s mad dash to wrap up all manner of chores. No doubt, Sunday morning flies by. And I before I know it, I’m out the door faster than I can say “where to?”
Early summer is full of gatherings like college reunions and mine is just around the corner. As students we lived along a river in dormitory houses, each with its own flare and culture. My house was among the oldest at this institution and historically the residence for artists. The House Master’s Tea was the place to gather.
I have two moms. My birth mom, is the life of the party, and my step-mom is the quite girl next door. One wears construction boots to work while the other prefers blouses with scarfs knotted in a bow. One mom always knows the “proper” things to say, while the other just cuts to the chase. And, I couldn’t be more blessed; for, both are beautiful selfless souls.