Memory #1

My dad travelled alot when I was a kid. Some of my favorite memories of my childhood was when it was just me and my mom. Not b/c I didn't love my dad--there is definitely a Daddy's Girl in me, but, when it was just me and my mom, and when we were getting along (more of a chance when dad wasn't around), there was a natural quiet and comfort between us that was never there any other time. We knew not to talk to each other first thing in the morning. We could sit and watch TV or read trash mags for hours sitting by each other and never say a word. It was never weird or awkward. It was quiet and calm.  At the time, of course, I never realized what was happening. But, I see it in my choice of mate. We can be quiet and it can be wonderful. Isaac, of course, is the exact opposite of us. He likes the noise and company of others. Funny how that works out.

When we lived in LA, mom and i would make chips with melted cheese in the toaster oven and sit in the pool while we ate. Our backyard overlooked the canyon. The weather was always nice. I loved those afternoons.