A gap year or a bridge year, not only represents freedom to explore a wide world of possibilities (as well as uncertainty) but also the unique opportunity to take some precious time off after a major milestone or life event, such as graduation or the end of a contract or working position. It helps to truly focus on something that fuels our passions, prepares us for the life ahead or simply gain some invaluable (and much-needed) experience. In return, it teaches many skills in a completely different environment (which will be very useful later on)....more
I woke up early today. Tiptoed downstairs. Rattled scoops of dry food into pet bowls. Slurped yogurt and crunched toast. After that I headed for the calendar, knowing I shouldn't. I couldn't help it though. The days and weeks seem to possess some crazy gravitational power. In my defense, I did white-knuckle-grip the kitchen table but in the end, the calendar won. I counted the squares -- 27. Collapsed onto a kitchen chair. Pressed a cloth handkerchief to my nose. Lately I've made sure there's one in every room.
In 27 days you, my oldest daughter, will make like John Denver and leave on a jet plane....more
Here it is again
Ginormous spans of time and distance
Echo in the gap between us
How is it I am not mad with grief and fear?
It’s because I was shot
The last time you left on a jet plane
I was shot to the heart
Your arrival, your joy, your return
They still run through me
Like the waterfall you stood under
Eternal it seemed
Did you hear it?
Over the age old rush
Of hydrogen, oxygen, and gravity?
“This is my dau...more
Dana stood at the kitchen sink and looked out the window at the sunlight brightening some leaves. At the shadows darkening others. A yellow leaf fluttered to the ground. Fall. I love it, and I hate it. As she waited for the coffee to brew, she opened the cabinet over the toaster oven and looked up at the white every day dishes. No. Not today. Today I'll use china. As she...more
I got up early today. Fed the animals. Ate breakfast.. I walked over to the calendar, knowing I shouldn't. I couldn't help it. I had to. It's like the days and weeks had some crazy gravitational pull. I held onto the kitchen table, but in the end, the calendar won. I counted the days. Twenty seven. I collapsed onto a kitchen chair. Pressed a cloth handkerchief to my nose. Lately I've made sure there's one in every room. ...more