Forty Nine Octobers
In my forty ninth October I learned my first name is acronym of my grandmother’s full name. Something I probably knew, but forgot I knew. Something about someone I don’t remember, but whose DNA I carried and passed on.
In my forty ninth October I learned my first name is acronym of my grandmother’s full name. Something I probably knew, but forgot I knew. Something about someone I don’t remember, but whose DNA I carried and passed on.
We need each other. Despite advances in medicine and technology, Americans of all ages are battling depression and anxiety like never before. Spending time with friends as well as knowing you can call someone in your darkest moments and feel unconditionally safe with another person lessens depression and anxiety.
Jacob said I’d find inspiration for another blog soon enough. He already knew what I was about to find out. What’s prodding me to write, though, is a conversation Rebecca and I had recently about wedding planning.
Dr. Silviana Falcon is an associate business professor at Florida Southern College, who was last year named the ODK Professor of the Year. In 2021, she published her first book, titled “Lectures and Play: A Practical and Fun Guide to Create Extraordinary Higher Education Classroom Experiences.”
When the words rage, I can only write. Yes, I rage, I protest, I vote. And I have hope.
While 2020 provided ample opportunities for working, meaningful conversations, and great memory making with my kids, there were a few unexpected lessons along the way – and it all ended up being quite an adventure in balance, acceptance, and grace.
When I began my journey as a mother nine years ago, I thought there was only one kind – the patient, omniscient, selfless matriarch who never tires and never complains. She has makeup on, there isn’t a hair out of place, her clothes are neatly ironed, and she is happy. She exudes confidence and joy. Boy, was I in for a surprise.