Sentimental

I have the greatest sisters in the world. Sure, they drive me crazy, I don't understand them, and we fight more than we do anything else. All of this doesn't matter though. We bonded over Supergirl during our formative years and moments like that never go away. How funny that, in life, we all make choices that bring us closer to some people and further away from others and yet we all share the same common elements of the human experience: joy, pain, sorrow, love, laughter, hope, loss, anger, hate, passion, fear, dreams, etc.. William Faulkner talked about how the greatness of humanity, these inconsistent feelings, are the things that will become the pillars and foundation of humanity. How beautiful to think that, even when we are different, we are all a part of the same species and in that we are one family, one people. I hope that my existence has a positive impact, heroic or simplistic, that changes at least one persons life for the better. Other than that, what can anyone truly hope for.

What's in a name?

Here is the thing, people should not begin their blogging career when tired and stressed out over a pile of papers that need to be graded. When they do, they end up with a name like "Mermaids, & Fairies, & Unicorns, Oh My." Strangely enough, as I sit here hoping to be witty and unique, I cannot come up with a better name. I suppose I will just have to wait for inspiration to come my way. The names that pop into my head are silly. Things like pickle juice, built estrogen tough, literary litter, etc. come to mind but again, nothing stands out. Until I find my muse, whimsy will trump wit and I will enjoy the silliness of a bad late night naming adventure. I mean, it worked for my in-laws when they named Steen. Didn't it?

When I grow up.

My mom looked like Shirley Temple when she was a little girl. I remember watching Shirley sing songs and tap dance around and then looking at my mom's picture and wondering if my mom used to sing the same songs while looking in the mirror. It's funny how things change so much and yet many things turn out to be eternal. Children always dream about growing up, adults always reminisce about their youth and dreams are always being born and dying in the minds and hearts of people. It is an awe inspiring reality that connects everyone, the power of hope that is part of the human spirit. I guess we all have a little bit of Jay Gatsby in us.