Happy Papa Day

Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad, and that’s why I call you dad, because you are so special to me. You taught me the game and you taught me how to play it right. Wade Boggs


When I was about 26, I found out the dad I grew up with was not my biological father.  Everyone thought I would freak out.  They freaked out.  Every single person in my family seemed to know this already.  Unbeknownst to me, I had so many people trying to solve this 26 year long mystery for me. They spent months trying to get to the bottom of it.

What they did not know is that I WAS shocked.  But not in the way they might have realized.  I was shocked that everyone in my family had kept a secret for 26 years.  My family has never been good at not blathering on about everything, every place and everyone they knew.  I WAS freaking out.. but only because I thought it would be so cool to have more siblings. I always wanted to come from a gigantic family.  Think Partridge Family or Brady Bunch.. I could start a band or..uh.. travel across the states and get into ridiculous escapades..well maybe not.. but I thought it would be cool.

More than anything I was amazed.  Amazed that the dad I grew up with, knew he was not my biological father and wanted to keep that a secret from me in order to avoid hurting me.  I never doubted for a second that he loved each of us deeply and without pause and as his own children.

He used to tell me I was his favorite.  I had his sense of humor, his walk, his work ethics.  I worshipped him.  I still do.  He was a steady beacon of light on the shore of a wild sea of women.  He was dependable, funny, and strong.  He was my dad, my papa, the man to whom all other men would need to aspire to win my heart.  I love you dad!!

Without my dad, I wouldn’t be here. Maria Sharapova


My Dad is my hero. Harry Connick, Jr.






An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.

I have not been saying much here.. why start now… when this pretty much says it all.

Drifting Through


Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me.

Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women.

We see right through you. We have all known you at some point. Your ways are not unfamiliar to us. We see through you because we’ve been dealing with you our whole lives.

We heard you call women pigs. And disgusting. And stupid. And bimbos.

We watched as you called a former Ms. Universe “Ms. Piggy” and then spent four days continuing to insult her.

We see your weakness. Your lust for attention at any cost, your need to denigrate women. We see all of it. And we’re mad.

Yes. We’re mad. And fired up. And here’s the thing about us……

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freedom     ˈfriːdəm/    noun
  1. 1.
    the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants.

“Because to take away a man’s freedom of choice, even his freedom to make the wrong choice, is to manipulate him as though he were a puppet and not a person.”
― Madeleine L’Engle

Kapadokya, Goreme, Turkey. – In the fight to choose their own religion, many escaping Christians chose to carve out shelters, houses and churches in the naturally formed canyon hills and unusual rock formations that were created by strong winds, flood waters and lava flows.


Throughout the region, these places were carved and shaped and turned into villages and religious sites..  Pretty amazing.

On top of the amazing places to hike and visit, many hotels in town have carved out rooms to sleep in and it’s all quite beautiful.

Other posts about freedom:

As much as it changes..

So it stays the same….

Today’s Daily Prompt was “Everything Changes” intermixed with transformation. It was a perfect theme for me this week.  It couldn’t have been more appropriate.  The past few months have been outrageously busy trying to learn a language, fit in friends and family, a few travels intermixed in it all.  Quite the “Wild” ride which happens to coincide with Ailsa’s theme of the week.  The biggest surprise of all to me is that I’ve actually been mostly keeping up with it.  Tiredly keeping up.. but still keeping up.

The entire month of May was booked.  Friends coming in from all over the place to check out DC while I have been here.  This month has taken me to Washington State for a wedding, Philadelphia and New York will be happening over the next few weeks then in September I will be testing out of language and heading off to Nepal for work.  From there who knows what will happen or where I will go.


Sometimes I feel that this aspect of my life will NEVER change.  Sometimes this makes me very happy and sometimes it just makes me a little tired.

This past weekend I was able to get 2 days free to fly from DC to Washington State to attend my sister’s wedding, visit with my kids, grandkids and other family members.  Sadly no friend visits happened.  However, what can you do in 4 lowly days?  Trying to fit everything in within a very limited time-frame is a constant in my life. Moving from job to job or country to country requires fitting it all in when where ever you go.  I wonder if I am purposely choosing this or if this lifestyle is simply a part of my subconscious desire to stay unconnected and will I ever allow myself..allow this current fact to change?  Right now I don’t think so.  So for now I like it and for now it stays the same.

So to my wedding trip to Washington.  This visit was long in coming. My daughter’s did not know I would be there because I had told them I could not get ANY time off. Which is typically the case during training so not much of a stretch. However, I did in fact get 2 days off after begging the circumstances.  I was able to keep the secret (mostly) and surprise them (completely) which might have been my favorite part of the trip.  It was a terribly hard secret to keep because they kept on expressing how sad they were that I could not come.  This “not being there” has also been a bit of a constant in my life.  I’m looking forward to a time in the future when the separations will be shorter in duration and possibly no separations at all.

I am not sure about this but I think I am right.  I know that regarding my own life I am right.  Every family has a history and because the family bond is so different from any other relationship you will ever have, the emotions you experience when you reconnect and once again gather your family around you oftentimes equates to reliving and re-enacting some of the strongest emotions ever.  These emotions might be good, bad or extremely ugly.  Sometimes no matter how much changes.. and EVERYTHING changes.. sometimes it really just stays the same.  No matter how much time passes I feel that every time I am with my family I revert back to my childhood and those tumultuous and strong emotions replay themselves.  Not always with the same person but they are always in the background.  Always the same.  We each seem to take on our childhood roles like a comfortable cloak.  OK.. maybe this is one of the things I should try to change.. at least partly change.


This isn’t always a bad thing and more often than not it isn’t a bad thing, but sometimes it really is and I feel that it will be something that will always remain the same.  No matter how often I try to change that.. it seems to magically stay the same.


Patricia, Veronica, Samantha


Veronica, Patricia, Dad, Sam


Veronica, Sam

There were other reasons this trip was very important to me.  I hadn’t seen my half-brother or sister in several years and though I wasn’t sure they were coming they did in fact show up.  I was pretty excited about this because I live and work so far away I do not often find the time to meet up with all of them.


Vinnie (half-sis) Veronica, Hap – (half-bro), Sam

One of my favorite aunt’s also showed up with her husband and my older sister flew in from Ohio. I wish that more could have come to my sister’s wedding, but sometimes you have to take what you can get right?


Veronica, Linda (aunt) Bruce (uncle)

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Distance is a huge constant in my life.  It is one of the things that for me has really changed.  When I was young we had huge family gatherings at least once a year and usually more often than that.  I miss them and wish we all lived closer or at least had the financial means to travel throughout the year and visit each other more often.


Mike, Barry, Sam, Patricia (always Pati to us) Veronica (always Roni) and Cheri


Roni, Sami and the cousins

Ironically, the one person I wanted to re-connect with, the main event per se… I could not even get close to and I mean that on so many levels.  People change as they grow and sometimes change causes riffs and separations.  I accept these consequences of change and embrace most of them even when these changes sometimes bring sadness and confusion.  Being comfortable is nice but sometimes “nice” is not always a good thing.  This to me is a pretty wild thing. I mean, how can you be so close to someone and yet so far away at the same time?

So as some things change other things will stay the same. As transformation occurs other things will change and still more things will stay the same.  Despite all the changes and despite all of the things that have remained the same the event was stellar. Though I didn’t get to see her or talk one on one, the following pictures catch the elusive sister P- and the beautiful wedding.  At least in photo and in writing about it I feel that I have found a way to spend a little special one-on-one time with her. For me enjoying family time will never change… no matter how I accomplish it. Furthermore, I have faith that sometime in the future.. as it has in the past.. a change is gonna come..

I hope you enjoy the pictures as much as I enjoyed the event.

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“Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we’re related for better or for worse…and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum.”
― Rick RiordanThe Sea of Monsters

AND that my friend.. will NEVER change..