I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted here, and I wish I had some wild and shocking reason to use as an excuse:  I broke my leg!  I accepted a new job in Paris!  I won MegaMillions!

Except I don’t .  Nothing but life happened in the almost six months since I’ve posted.  Holidays and Northeastern snow storms, sick cats and my son’s senior year in high school, my husband’s (largely unsuccessful) back surgery.  My mousepad has a quote from Chekov — “Any idiot can face a crisis.  It’s the day to day living that wears you out.” And so it does.

When I don’t call my mother for months at a time — something that happens more often than I care to admit — I always tell her, “I’m so sorry I didn’t call.  But I’ve been thinking about you!”  But I know when I say that that just thinking about someone really doesn’t count.  It only counts if you pick up the damn phone and call them.

So, with all the best intentions, here we go again!