Happy 80th Birthday, Mom!

Happy 80th Birthday, Mom!

Just about to hop in the shower and pick up my sister from the airport to celebrate our mother’s 80th birthday! It’s a miracle she’s with us. She’s a survivor of non-Hodgkins lymphoma, stroke and vascular dementia. She’s a fighter. Proud of her.

Saudi Arabia
Thanks for moving me to Saudi Arabia and teaching us respect for other cultures.
Best Sister Ever
Thanks for giving me the best sister ever!
Acropolis 1970
Thank you for traveling the world with us. Acropolis, 1970.
Cashel Ireland 1970
Best 7th birthday present ever. Cashel Ireland, 1970. So green after five years in the desert.
MA
Next two years in Cambridge, MA. Gorgeous fall colors. Snow! Free Boston Pops on the Common. Thanks for taking us to the ballet and art museums.
Palance of Fine Arts SF
Pretty sure you made those dresses! Here we visit the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco, the city where you and dad met and made me.

Sandstorm

Thousands of Needles

She was a young girl
Living in a company compound
The only barrier between her
And the vast Arabian desert
A chain link fence

One day after school
A haboob, a desert sandstorm
Swept in through that flimsy fence
Thousands of needles
Drove into the thin skin
Of her face, arms and legs

She was not dressed
For the desert
She was dressed
As an American girl
Of the 1960s
In a sleeveless mini dress

She was blinded by the storm
By the flying needles of sand
When she opened her eyes
They stabbed her
When she shut her eyes
The grit remained

She could not see
She was lost in the storm
She had no idea where to go
What to do
Aside from wait

Even as an adult
Her memory is of
Thousands of needles
Stabbing her
Blinding her
Leaving her lost

Not of how it ended
Not of how or when the storm ended
Not of how or when she got out of the storm