False Sense of Connection

As I was scrolling through my Facebook account a few months ago I saw that a friend from college was having a birthday so I wrote on her wall as I usually do for friends birthdays.  This is someone that was a good friend for the year that she was at Washington College until she transferred to George Washington to pursue pre-med.  She was a smart, funny and beautiful woman.  She later became the doctor she always dreamed of becoming.

I get a Facebook message from a mutual friend that asked if I had seen the post.  At that point I hadn't.  Apparently she passed away unbeknownst to either of us.  A friend of hers from the area had posted that she had passed away several months before.  There was more to the story and she asked if we wanted to know to just google her name.

I did and so did my friend as we started chatting on-line and then eventually on the phone.  The event itself was horrifying and sad to say the least.  For me I was totally unaware of her personal struggles and what she was going through.  We reconnected through Facebook after many years but looking back now it all seems superficial and distant.  It begs the question that if we had not stayed in touch what did we really know about each in our current lives?  The answer was obviously very little.

The stories that were printed painted a picture of a very troubled woman who was going through some very intense emotional struggles.  She became the doctor that she always wanted to be and apparently had more than one successful office.  The stories were vague and disturbing.   The facts were that she had a young daughter and lived in a beautiful house.  The father of the child was not at that residence and they were not married.  This is what apparently caused her great pain and anguish.  Her answer was to attempt to murder her daughter by stabbing her multiple times then taking her own life.

These facts bewildered me as well as my friend and we could not understand what could be so horrible in her life that would cause her to do this.  In the end you realize that Facebook allows us the false sense of connection to others.  We no longer seem to pick up the phone or hand write a letter.  We would rather type a quick text, email or send an instant message.  We have communicated but still have the barrier between us and them because there was no face to face.  It's troublesome in society today and I hope this will change once again in our lifetime.  There is no substitute for that phone call, letter or the hug of a friend.   So next time you think of an old friend, pick up the phone instead writing a text.  It has a much bigger impact on their life as well as your own.

Twelve Years Ago Today

Sometimes it feels like it happened during another time period.  Twelve years ago I was sitting at work not unlike any other typical September day when a co-worker John that sat diagonally across from me said a plane just hit one of the World Trade Centers. 

Vocies in the office whispered another plane hit the other tower, a plane went down in Pennsylvania, and a plane intended for the White house has hit the Pentagon.  It did not take long before these acts would be dubbed as acts of terrorism.  But we were on American soil how could this be? It was the furthest from my mind but quickly became reality.  We all tuned into CNN on our internet access at work to find out the latest as we were under attack.  We were all sent home early that day to go and hug our loved ones and allow others to locate friends and family members that may be directly impacted.

I was about seven weeks pregnant with Walker at the time.  Our lives as a family were just beginning and what kind of world was I bringing a child into?  Sadly I was so sure anymore.  In the office we were all stunned and speechless.  We were a generation that had not endured an attack on American soil to this magnitude.  My supervisor at the time was in the Army Reserves and quickly exited the building to report for duty.  It wasn’t until months after he would be deployed.

The next few hours passed slowly while everyday people were being named heroes for helping many escape the horrors of the day.  Firefighters, police and civilians came together for one cause.  There were calls made to loved ones saying they would be home as soon as they could and they would never arrive.  There were also stories of people that were running late to work that day and managed to avoid the tragic events.


Blueberry Cream Pie

Once you try this recipe you may never go back to traditional blueberry pie!

Pick and wash 1 quart of blueberries (cannot use frozen for this recipe).

Mix together in saucepan

  • 1 cup blueberries
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 4 tablespoon all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon plain gelatin
  • Pinch of salt

Bring to a boil until it becomes a thick sauce.  Let cool.

When cooled but not completely set fold in the remaining 3 cups of blueberries and pour into a 10 inch baked pie shell.  Refrigerate until completely set.  When cold, garnish with sweetened whipped cream.

Original recipe from Taste of New England but tweaked and updated by Sarah Harrigan


Celebrate George Day!

Today we celebrate a wonderul man who once braved the high school in our local town as a history teacher for many years.  He has since retired from the classroom but not from his love of kids in town.  George Keenan is one of the crossing guards in town and handles the daily heavy traffic to one of our five elementary schools. 

Both my children have known Mr. Keenan for many years.  This year will mark my oldest eigth year at this school.  He has had two years of pre-k and now about to complete his 5th grade year.  Peyton joined the ranks of "walkers" a few years ago and walks home from school every day. 

George greets each child at the beginning of the school year with a brand new pencil and a smile to start their year. 

Today was a day we celebrate George and what he does for us as parents as well as for our kids.   A neighbor had the idea to decorate the sidewalk with chalk the night before to say thank you and to celebrate our friend.  The kids came in droves to help decorate and couldn't wait for Mr. Keenan to see the spoils of their labor the next morning.

So thank you Mr. Keenan for everything you do. 

New Job

Well I started I started a new job a few months ago.  It's only part-time but I have summers off and basically the same vacations as my kids.  It's perfect for me at this time as it allows me to continue to grow my photography business.    


Which brings me to the photography.  It has been a passion for such a long time but the practical me kept telling myself that I couldn't earn a "real" living doing it.  Many people along the way have told me I should pursue.  I have just recently started to pursue this just beyond a hobby.  I have done a few sessions and even a wedding a few weeks ago.  No I am not a "wedding" photographer as many of them are simply amazing and very talented and wouldn't even begin to put myself in that catergory.  This was a very casual wedding where the bride and groom just wanted some candids.  I charged very little for the event as it was not my specialty.  It was raining and a dismal day but that didn't stop the multiple smiles I was able to capture for the couple.  I thank them for entrusting me with such an important day.

Since venturing with the photography through Facebook I have virtually met so many wonderful and talented photographers.  Many of them live and work across the country and some live overseas.    The learning curve for me is huge and I have been lucky enough to get some guidence from some wonderful people that I have never even met but are more than willing to help someone from a far.

Stayed tuned to see how this evolves for me.  It is foreign to me to be able to do something that I enjoy and get such satisfaction when the even is completed.  The clients have been appreciative and grateful.  Coming from an entirely different industry this too is somewhat foreign.