The constant screaming headlines and partisan divisiveness make us a country torn in two or more directions. No matter which side of the line holds your allegiance, I know you're feeling it. How could you not when it dominates headlines, Facebook feeds, neighbors' lawns, street closures from rallies and marches through town, demanding store openings, school closings.

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted. I’ve spent a good deal of the pandemic writing “The Book” which I am very happy to say is getting closer to reality. I’ve learned a couple of things during these insane times.

It’s almost my birthday. 3000 years ago, in the Paleolithic age, or the 1960’s anyway, I came out of the womb probably kicking and screaming. In birth then as I am now. Always kicking and screaming. In those days the doctors knocked the laboring mother out with Twilight Sleep; a practice in which the mother was dosed with both morphine and scopolamine - a combination of drugs that eased pain and caused amnesia.

I watched our wedding video last night. It was the first time I had seen it since we were married, in the year 350 B.C. There were the expected reactions from both David and myself: the OMGs were we ever that young? ...Every time the camera jerkily panned to the house, or to the guests at the wedding ceremony, I scanned the crowd quickly, hoping to find an anomaly. Was he there? My real father?

Apparently, today, April 10th, is designated as National Siblings Day. Usually I eschew these Hallmark holidays, and truth be told, I’m sort of horrible at remembering events like Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day and birthdays too. I’d probably forget my own, if I could. But this year, this particular holiday is nagging at me. Sibling Day. What does that mean exactly to someone who grows on two family trees?