The time before iPhones, Computers, and TV

When I posted this picture of me and my sister, what you don’t know is I really wanted to post this picture:

Me and My Sister

Ha ha ha ha ha!  But really, look at those crochet outfits!  Uh, what’s up with the skirts?  You can see right through them! What in the world was our mom thinking?  If you look really close you can see my tights (I’m on the left) are too big and are sagging around the knees and ankles.  And Karin has added a bow to her blouse.

But the kicker here is that my mom made those outfits.  That’s right.  Or at least I think she did.  She could have bought them but I doubt it.  I doubt it because she made us matching clothes all the time.  Many times including herself in the mix so all the women in the house matched.

That’s not all.  On holidays (like Valentines Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter) we would wake up to find a new matching outfit laying on the end of our beds that she had secretly made while we were sleeping.

How did she do this?

Where did she find the time?

Where did she find the inspiration?

Where did she find the patience?

My mom worked full time.  My mom cooked healthy home-cooked meals every day.  My mom made meringues filled with homemade raspberry jelly.  My mom picked peas and made hot-cross buns on Easter.

The Whole Family (minus my dad who is taking the picture)

And she still to this day has more energy than anyone I know.


I found my voice today

For 15 years I’ve had a scraggly voice.  Not all the time, but most of the time.  It started when I was teaching aerobics back before microphones.  This was when we wore thong leotards (good lord!), with micro tight leggings or shorts underneath.  But it was after the leg warmer era.

I used to have to YELL my cues over the music to the back row.  After years of this I strained my vocal chords beyond repair.  If singing was important to me perhaps I would have done something about it.  But I’ve never been known for my vocal prowress so I just went on with my life figuring I was destined to a life of throat clearing, and otherwise sounding…

Like my mom…
(who’s awesome by the way, but even she would agree her voice gets scraggly too.)

I’ve wondered too about the hidden meaning behind my scraggly voice.  I’ve done a ton of energy work around it, had intuitive readings, etc.  Maybe my vocal chords aren’t damaged at all.  Or maybe they are but there’s a bigger meaning behind it.  Is it a struggle between my head and my heart?  Am I not “speaking my truth”.  Maybe I’m lying; to myself, to others, not intentionally, more with my being.  What IS going on?

I found my voice today and I think it has to do with what I’m writing here.  Not editing who I am, no skirting the issues, just putting it out there.

It’s my place to let it all hang out.

And my voice was clear as a bell today.