Last night I had a dream about the need to count buttons of three different colors that were sewn on a multi-colored shirt. In the dream, I had a hard time spotting some of the buttons. I have no idea of the significance of this dream, but when I awoke, I thought of this story…

February 24, 2011 Dear Maya, Dad is in Florida.  He often takes a sunny break in the winter during the February break.  I spoke with him when he landed.  He was cracking up when he told me that we have a little Elise on our hands.  He shared with me the safety tips you told…

January 17, 2002 Little Charm, You’ve been doing a fine job in getting your needs known more and more by expressing yourself verbally.  To name a few: a-ya?         other one (referring to nursing and wanting to change to the other breast) eye            eye eye ear  …

March 13, 2012 Dear, dear Maya, As I write on page after page, month after month, journal after journal, I often wonder, “what will become of these pages?”  “Will they ever be read?”  “Will I give them to Maya?”, if so, “When?” Well, you have taken to reading; page after page, journal after journal.  In…

At the end of the Maya Gold Foundation’s first board meeting, we did a closing activity in which each director shared both a heart and a head connection.  One board member shared, “since Maya’s death, I have…we all have wanted to do something.  I feel a sense now, that we will be doing something.”  I…

“The work of the mature person is to carry grief in one hand and gratitude in the other and to be stretched large by them. How much sorrow can I hold? That’s how much gratitude I can give.” Francis Weller I walk and even dance on a high wire, balancing grief and gratitude. There are…

July 2013 Good morning Maya, As I write this, you are asleep in a tent with Tuli. We’ve been here on the Cape for about a week, with another four days ahead.  We are just loving the rhythms of this vacation, as always.  And as always, things change from year to year.  This year, you…

Ellen and I have been close friends for over twenty years. How amazing it was for me to be pregnant at the same time that Ellen was arranging to adopt her daughter. Maya and Tuli were both born in the same month. They’ve been friends since early infancy. What a gift it’s been to raise…

June 2003 Dear Maya, It’s been a couple of weeks of serious potty training. You’ve only been wearing diapers at night and during the rest time at Lynnie’s.  As soon as you feel a pee or poop coming, we drop everything and make a mad dash for the nearest bowl.  You’ve been doing GREAT!  Some…

Silk. It is as if there is nothing but a sheer, delicate layer of silk between me and whatever is out there.  I do not remember being more open in all of my life.  This openness is touching me on different levels.  I am walking around with a heightened sensitivity.  It is touching all of…