Incommunicado

I keep getting emails, text messages and phone calls asking about my whereabouts. Fear not, gentle readers, I have not fallen off the Earth. I was really busy with Easter and a friend’s wedding....and then my mother came for an extended visit.

Its very weird for me to have someone in my house. I’ve lived alone for such a long time that it’s odd to have someone else using my shower and reading the paper in the morning. We did do a lot of things while she was here: we toured Mr. Little Man’s new school, and went to NYC to see The Color Purple (which was way better than I imagined...I actually cried at the end), we went to the “Master Painters of Puerto Rico” exhibit at the Newark Museum, visited my favorite herb farm and a whole bunch of other stuff. I barely had time to check my email and coincidentally I didn’t watch any TV. At all.

It was probably the best visit we’ve ever had. I think she has finally accepted that I’ve built a life for myself in New Jersey. I believe she thought I’d move closer to where they life because she thought I’d need a lot of help with my son, but I’ve managed to make a family for myself here in New Jersey. I know all my neighbor’s names and can’t go anywhere in my neighborhood without meeting someone I know. I am a member of the Begonia Society (we meet the second Tuesday of every month in Manhattan...email me for more info), and the PTA. I help raise money for autism awareness and research. The Food Club meets almost every week lately. Clearly I am not going anywhere. I am very comfortable. And now (FINALLY!) My mom is as well.

And don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about what happened when we went to see a doctor about chelation soon.

What I am reading: I’m actually writing...my school district is looking to start a Special Education Parent Advisory Council and I am in list making mode. I have a lot of ideas.
What I am listening to: Bubba Sparxx - Deliverance