Monthly Archives: June 2012


Hello Dear Readers of My Writing.

There are a few of you who have been SO KIND as to ACTUALLY subscribe to my blog.  I have a NEW ADDRESS.

Da Da Da Da!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Those exclamations are for Stacey who wrote How Many Exclamation Points Should One Use To End A Sentence? at


The new address gives me more freedom to be creative.

I will miss you. I hope you move over 🙂

love Pamela


Missing My Mom

Today is my Mother’s birthday.

She lives in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada. I live in Gilbertsville, Pennsylvania, USA.  According to Mapquest it would take 33 hours  and 25 minutes to drive to her house. She is 2058.21 miles away.  It would cost four hundred and eighty-six dollars and two cents to drive there.

Once upon a time I lived in the same house as my mother.  I woke up and walked down the hall past her bedroom and went into the kitchen and had a bowl of shredded wheat and half an orange for breakfast.  She was there in the morning when I walked to high school, and she was there when I walked home from high school.  She was there when I drove eight hours away to college, and she was there when I came home to visit.  She was there when I married. She has been there for me through miscarriages, and babies and sadness and joy and rage and despair and rain and sunshine.

If my life is a circle, my mother is the center, the focus.  I am safe to walk away from the center knowing that my mother loves me.  It was easy for me to hitchhike through Israel,  live on a Kibbutz and   fly to Japan on a one way ticket to Bangkok.  Well, not really easy, but I wasn’t scared to have an adventure.  I knew I could come home again.

Now when I wake up in the morning I walk past the bedrooms of my children.  I walk downstairs to the kitchen and eat a hard-boiled egg and half an orange for breakfast.    I have my own home.  I have a husband and children to take care of.  I will be the center of a circle for my children, the focus.  They can leave the house and have adventures, and I will be here for them when they come home.  One day, I will see them every few years, and they will have their own circles.  They will be the focus for their children.


Look at the moon tonight at 8:00 o’clock your time, and I will look at the moon at the same time.  I will blow you a kiss, and sing Happy Birthday to you.  Close your eyes and listen.  You will hear me.

I love you.

Don’t Leave The Water Running.

Today I was focused on writing  The End of The Year School Reports.  I took a break at lunch to take the sheets off the bed and put them in the washing machine. Always trying to multi-task, (or maybe I was trying to avoid writing The End of The Year School Reports). While I was upstairs I saw the bathtub, and thought how nice it would be to have a nice relaxing warm bath on a cold rainy day, ( Or  maybe I was trying to avoid writing The End of The Year School Reports. )  I pushed down the plug in the bottom of the tub and turned on the hot and cold taps.

While the water was running I came downstairs to put the sheets in the washing machine.  It takes awhile for the tub to fill, so I thought I would take advantage of the extra few minutes.  After I put the sheets in the washer, I  thought maybe I should stop avoiding writing The End of The Year School Reports.  I sat down and started to write The End of School Reports on the computer.

About fifteen minutes later I decided I was thirsty and went into the kitchen.  I heard water running. I wondered what the sound was, as no one was taking a shower. My oldest child was at work, and the other two were in the kitchen.

I ran up the stairs to my bathroom yelling, “Grab towels. Come and help Mama!”  There was no time to photograph the water running over the tub, for a good image for a story. I turned off the water, and pushed the plug in the bottom of the tub to drain the water.  The water had spilled over the tub and completely covered the entire floor. I put the bathroom scale, garbage can,  toilet plunger and toilet brush in the sink.  I threw towels, bath mats and laundry at the base of the wall to prevent water from seeping through the cracks to the floor below.

I left the towels, bath mats and laundry on the floor. I left the bathroom scale, garbage can,  toilet plunger and toilet brush in the sink and came back downstairs and worked on The End of The Year School Reports. A few minutes later I took my youngest to her softball game.

At 6:07 I received a text from my husband. ” What happened in our bathroom?”

At 6:21 I replied, “The tub overflowed.”

The moral to the story is;  If you avoid writing The End of The Year School Reports, you may have to wash a lot of towels.