It's been two whole weeks since I last posted. Why? Hard to say. Finishing my first draft has left me at loose ends, not quite knowing what to do with myself or what to blog about. But it's not as if nothing has happened in my little sphere.
I took my daughter to visit two art schools: Pratt Institute in Brooklyn and the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan. Both fabulous. She's applying to a lot of other schools too, but those two visits have been enough to convince me that there will be a place for her when she graduates high school, and she will be happy.
Last week she took the SAT, and three days ago she took, and passed, her road test. We're in the process of buying her a 2002 Toyota Corolla. Her march toward adulthood is quickening its pace.
My friend Alyssa's niece, who had been missing for a month since disappearing from her home, has now been confirmed dead. Her body was found last week near the George Washington Bridge. A lovely, bright, talented girl with everything to look forward to, kidnapped and killed by the demon of depression just before her 22nd birthday. I don't know what I believe in, but if Paige's soul is anywhere now, I hope it's a place where it can lie down in the sunlight and know peace.
My friend Sylvia's husband passed away a week ago after a different kind of struggle. After 70-plus years of robust health, he developed ALS, and lived with it for two years thanks to her ferociously loving and devoted care. I don't know what she will do now. She married him at 19 and is now in her 70's.
Life is beautiful, cruel, fragile, short. Honor it, make the most of it, and be a shining light to those around you. And thank the mothers in your life every day, not just the Hallmark day.