When I turned 40, friends placed a large sign in our front yard, and neighbors driving by honked. Lordy, lordy, look who turned 40 it read. When I turned 50, I got the funniest cards, and all made fun of my age, but for my 60th, no one dared to do that. That kind of speaks for itself. I guess it means
When you are married for a long time, you act out the different roles life gives you. We start as friends and lovers, become partners and spouses, and sometimes even caretakers. We make it through weddings and funerals, we celebrate success and we share losses and defeat.
I am not a migrant. I am a first-generation love immigrant who followed her heart -and the man who was holding it captive. I came to America from a wealthy West-European country, a land that granted fantastic healthcare to everybody. I didn’t know what co-pay was, could get my teeth fixed, my eyes checked, and had a yearly physical from an early age.
This election day is important to me. The last four years have left me exhausted, but it also has brought out the best in me. I am still me, just stronger!
“He sits right across the table and eats his breakfast when I have my zoom class,” she said and I could almost picture it and felt instant relief. I am not alone, there are others like me. We both laughed on the phone, understood each other.
About 5 am you can hear John shoveling his driveway. He has been waiting for the first decent snowfall, this is his favorite time of the year. He is a two-time veteran -army and navy- and if he could have done it, he would have enlisted a third time but he was too old to do so.