Yesterday I found out from my neighbor that a convicted sexual offender had moved in just up the road. He was convicted of sexual assault on a 13 year old girl. He happens to live very close to where my 6th grader catches the bus in the morning. Of course it sent chills down my spine and the proximity freaked me out. Once I had taken a deep breath I realized a couple of things: Suburbia is like any other place, you find all kinds of people here living side by side. In the city we were probably surrounded by convicted criminals and we just didn't know about it. At least here, I know that we live in a community where we look out for each other, especially our kids. I can't tell you how quickly my friend's email went viral around our neighborhood. So this man is living down the street, close to potential targets but he is surrounded by vigilant, caring parents who will now be even more vigilant. One last thought, people who are considering a mo...
As you can imagine it's pretty quiet out here. The first few days I found the silence actually pretty deafening. It reinforced that feeling of isolation. Little by little I met people and when women meet they talk. That thankfully crosses all borders! The more I talk to women at my kids' schools or after-school activities, the more I realize that I'm just one person in a big big crowd. I'm just the latest arrival from the city. As soon as I say I just moved from NYC, they tilt their heads and sweetly say "it's a big adjustment, isn't it?" or "I know it's not easy, but hang in there it gets better." It's quiet and isolated here but there is a huge crowd filled with ex-New Yorkers who have made it work. Some of these women told me that they cried almost every day for months and then got used to it. Some of them still haven't recovered. I'm sure I'll be somewhere in the middle. In the mean time it's nice to take comfort ...
This Monday morning was a little bit more rushed than usual. But I managed to make everyone lunch, morning snack and breakfast. Remembered Theo's library book and Bella's PTA note. I remembered to give school supplies for the kids' class. Most importantly I remembered it was picture day so I made sure Theo wore a clean shirt and braided Bella's hair. I felt pretty good about doing all of that in an hour. In the middle of this whirlwind, my 6th grader was having a hard time getting up this morning so I sweetly offered to drive him to school, half way across town. You can't be late in middle school or you get a detention! So we hop in the car, make our way through the traffic and make it to the front of the school with 2 minutes to spare. I'm feeling so good that we've made it when I look down and realize that I'm wearing my pink pajama bottoms and a bright pink flimsy tank top and that Gabriel needs me to get out of the car and open the door for him. O...
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