run on sentences

In July of 2013, just after I returned from Michigan, my sweet mother in law Jeanne died after too long of a time with Alzheimers.  She who in the end, knew none of us, had taught me so many things.  Like how to properly fold shirts and hang clothes on the line and to use all the leftovers.  Our children taught her to say "I love you" out loud.  We knew she loved all of us, but it wasn't something freely said to her when she was little, so maybe she didn't feel comfortable  with it.  She taught me the importance of writing letters and for a long time, we got a letter from her every week.  I didn't write back as much as I should have either.  Oh those regrets we always have when someone dies.  I never liked her Christmas bread, Stollen , which was like fruit cake but I never told her...instead I just took it to work with me and the staff seemed to enjoy it.  We always loved her cookies though and she sent them every year until she became ill.  Sometimes, it's o

So many good things (and some not so good) happened in 2013.  But I didn't write about them.  I am not sure why.  I meant to.  I had so many titles in my head but apparently nothing else followed.  I don't have any excuses at all but feel that I cannot "move on" to this year's thoughts till I say something about last year.  I do not want to be like Terry Tempest William's mom and leave a bunch of blank journals (or blog pages) for posterity.  Read her book "When women were birds" and you will get what I am talking about.  So here are the highlights.     Your parents have sex, get over it!    I had a lot of time during the first few months of 2013 to think about stuff and this is one of the titles of a post  I didn't write.  In January I had an MRI and had shoulder surgery in February - right after Kseniya and I, with some other friends, did our annual Austin marathon.  I had surgery one day after getting home from Austin and spend 6 weeks slee

...he came to the world in the usual way."   Despite having given birth three times, to three beautiful children I still can't believe that a baby can stay scrunched up inside a woman's body, tucked into the expanding balloon like uterus, crowding out the bladder, stomach and other important parts, and all the while, changing from the united egg and sperm into a person who will grow up and have an impact on many people and the world -hopefully for the better.  My mind starts thinking about our children and their uniqueness and the complexity of everyone in the world -  I think weird thoughts like, "If a different sperm had met up with my monthly egg , outswimming the other little guys, we would have gotten totally different children who would have gone down different paths and the world would be different and I would be different...." I also wonder how in the world a baby can emerge from the mysterious vagina - a complicated part of the woman's body that most