feelings

i’m multicultural

my blonde hair and blue/green eyes may fool you, but don’t let them. i’m really very multicultural. i speak pig latin. i eat pasta. i dance the jig. i drink sangria. i put my left shoe on first.

okay, so truthfully, my multicultural roots take the form of a bulgarian tradition mingled into the soil of friendship. (you know what i mean! the nice soil. the enriching kind.) ahem, so, this is the third year i’ve had a martenitza tied on my wrist to celebrate the beginning of spring. (year one is documented here and year two, here.) this one started off yesterday when adriana dashed into my office in between meetings with a handful of red and white yarn bracelets and a “hi how are you i only have two minutes take your pick and i’ll tie it on and cut it to size and yes sorry my hands are cold and doesn’t this rainy day look so much like spring so cheers and happy spring and okay bye.”

you could say this spring is off to a whirlwind start!

and it’s only going to get more whirlwindy as i prepare for one stint as professional snowboarder and another as a nanny. it’s that second job that very well may give me a view of my first stork because bubba mac (the soon to be born brother of baby mac) is due right around the time of my arrival in NJ. *dances jig of excitement*

but back to point, the details are here for those not thricely immersed in this holiday. there’s a specific day to put on the bracelet (march 1) and a specific time to cut it off (whenever you see a stork, a swallow, or a budding tree), so like the good little bulgarian i am, i’m going to keep my eyes peeled for those things.

my fingers are crossed for that stork. (you hear me, bubba mac?!?)

happy spring everyone! may you celebrate it in any fashion you desire.

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feelings

family resemblance

exhibit A

my oldest niece, M (brother G’s daughter), is looks-wise the twin of sister E. it’s a little creepy sometimes how much they look alike because E and M are aunt and niece, not mother and daughter. and now, with M rocking longer hair (the above pic is two years old), the resemblance is striking.

it’s come to light that M mirrors another one of her aunts, specifically me, but also sisters E and J.

how does she resemble us? she’s a reader.

her mom reports: “the book fair was at their school this week. M announced she was so excited she couldn’t sleep that night.”

(is this not the cutest thing you’ve ever heard? a kid who’s so excited about the thought of buying books she can’t sleep. don’t i know that feeling.)

but then the report thickens: “BTW, M started a 4th grade girls book club. They meet once a month rotating hosts and who picks the next book. She went first last weekend. They read “BECAUSE OF WINN DIXIE.” She researched questions to ask, led the discussion, planned a craft (they made a journal) & made a snack (funfetti cookies). There are 8 girls.”

(1) this sounds like book club extraordinaire. reading + snacks + a craft?!?! AM I TOO OLD TO JOIN? (book hungry ladies, we should take notes.)

(2) she researched discussion questions?!? now there’s a leader.

(3) i hope her passion for reading never dies (side note: i’ve just made it my auntly mission to see that it never does) and i hope her thoughtfulness and enthusiasm continue to inspire those around her. heck, it’s inspiring me and i’m all the way across the country, so i can only imagine what those 7 other girls are feeling being in the same room with her.

(4) i’m so glad this portion of the mumford genes entered her DNA. (i’m not so glad that she’s already my height and she’s only 9. dang it! why didn’t i get the tall genes? or the math genes?)

(5) one of the most amazing things to me about my nieces and nephews is how much family history is in them. it’s in their features AND their personalities. it’s in their hair color, teeth size, tongue rolling ability, height, weight, and eyelashes. it’s in what makes them laugh and cry and run and jump and read (or not).

they make the family feel bigger and at the same time closer because they show us how we’re all intertwined even when we don’t live in the same neighborhood.

 

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writing

guest post: grandpa, round 2

my dad’s dad keeps the wisdom coming and it’d be a crime to keep it from you.

you’re welcome.

Words are things; and a small drop of ink / Falling like dew upon a thought, produces / That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. Lord Byron, (1788-1824)

It is my belief that the writer, the free-lance author, should be and must be a critic of the society in which he lives. It is easy enough, and always profitable, to rail away at national enemies beyond the sea, at foreign powers beyond our borders who question the prevailing order. But the moral duty of the free writer is to begin his work at home; to be a critic of his own community, his own country, his own culture. If the writer is unwilling to fill this part, then the writer should abandon pretense and find another line of work: become a shoe repairman, a brain surgeon, a janitor, a cowboy, a nuclear physicist, a bus driver.
Edward Abbey, naturalist and author (1927-1989)

My stories run up and bite me in the leg — I respond by writing them down — everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.
Ray Bradbury, science-fiction writer (b. 1920)

A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.
William Faulkner, novelist (1897-1962)

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
Charles Peguy, poet and essayist (1873-1914)

Most people think that shadows follow, precede, or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, ideas, desires, deeds, impulses and memories.
Elie Wiesel, writer, Nobel laureate (b. 1928)

Language is not an abstract construction of the learned, or of dictionary makers, but is something arising out of the work, needs, ties, joys, affections, tastes, of long generations of humanity, and has its bases broad and low, close to the ground.
Noah Webster, lexicographer (1758-1843)

This passage is a quotation from Henri Nouwen‘s book “Reflections on Theological Education”:

“Somehow I believed that writing was one way to let something of lasting value emerge from my little, quickly passing life….. Most students think writing means writing down ideas, insights, visions. They feel that they must first have something to say before they can put it down on paper. For them writing is little more than recording pre-existent thought. But with this approach true writing is impossible. Writing is a process in which we discover what lives in us. The writing itself reveals what is alive…. The deepest satisfaction is precisely that it opens up new spaces within us of which we were not aware before we started to write. To write is to embark on a journey whose final destination we do not know.”

In order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are needed: they must be fit for it; they must not do too much of it; and they must have a sense of success in it.
John Ruskin, author, art critic, and social reformer (1819-1900)

i’m so grateful i have a grandfather whose research skills and internet know how are top notch (because mine aren’t) because i’m certain i never would have found these without his help. even though these authors’ works are unfamiliar  to me, their words above all seem familiar in their sentiment, which in turn, makes ME feel like a writer and not so much a “writer.” thank you for that, grandpa! and thank you charles peguy for saying what you said.

 

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travel

something new

traveling the world is a phenomenal experience and i’ve been fortunate enough to have the means, the mode, and the money to visit countries outside of the US. other than the jet lag and the suitcase laden with souvenirs, i always come home with an insatiable appetite to see more of the country i call home.

two weekends ago, i was fortunate enough to have a reason to travel some place completely new…

NEW ORLEANS!

i was there for a bachelorette party and oh me oh my was it fun. the food! the weather! the friends! the cab drivers! the drinks! the bartenders! the food! the music! the house we stayed in! the scenery! the drinks you can consume outside of a bar!

of course, i can’t tell you any specific stories because what happened in new orleans stayed in new orleans so instead i’ll leave you with a picture that encapsulates the weekend.

have YOU ever been to new orleans? is there any place you’d love to visit but haven’t yet? have you been to all 50 states of the US? what countries worldwide have you visited? do you have anything else to share?

TALK TO ME.

 

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