Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Daunting

Tonight is the night. We have to start packing. The movers arrive at 8 AM on Saturday morning, and we have to be at least a little ready.

And yet, I'm sitting here on the couch, utterly overwhelmed at the thought of packing up this glorious little apartment that has served us so well. I think this entire week will be devoted to soaking up every last minute in our place, in our neighborhood.

On my walk home from the office yesterday (which I will miss so, so dearly), I walked by a party for wholesale rose sellers! The party was held inside a dark, comfortable, neighborly bar just around the corner from our apartment. It's the perfect spot for the winter - warm and cozy. And yesterday, it was covered in roses! Lovely! This was the best I could do as far as photos:



25-Week Baby Bulge

This Just In

The most recent production from my office, in an attempt to discourage too much soda consumption:


Oh, and 30 Rock is filming on our street right now!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Colors

Michael and I spent this weekend painting. It was exhausting, but I think it turned out very nicely!

What do you think?

Pink in the Baby's Room

Yellow for Our Bedroom & the Guest Room

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Weekly Inspirations

I listened to Obama's Nobel remarks on Friday, and thought I'd share my favorite lines:
So even as we respect the unique culture and traditions of different countries, America will always be a voice for those aspirations that are universal. We will bear witness to the quiet dignity of reformers like Aung Sang Suu Kyi; to the bravery of Zimbabweans who cast their ballots in the face of beatings; to the hundreds of thousands who have marched silently through the streets of Iran. It is telling that the leaders of these governments fear the aspirations of their own people more than the power of any other nation. And it is the responsibility of all free people and free nations to make clear that these movements -- these movements of hope and history -- they have us on their side.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Friday, December 4, 2009

Plans Change

This week has been a long one. I spent four of the five work days visiting elementary school classrooms all over the city. This has required many early mornings, despite late nights, and I'm pooped! Visiting kindergarten, 1st and 2nd grade classrooms was mildly terrifying - and at times rather sad. Teachers continue to earn my total respect. I don't know that I could ever work in such chaos. But I'm also amazed at how negative school environments can be. Every day at lunch I heard a new group of teachers complaining about their students, fellow faculty, principals, administrators, testing, etc. etc. etc. It's tiring passing day in and day out in that kind of workplace.

In addition to my crazy schedule, Michael has put in very late hours this week. Wednesday was his office's Christmas party, so we enjoyed an evening together. But he got home at 9 or later every other night (including an arrival around 1:40 AM this morning) and now will be working over the weekend.

I'm leaving for my grandmother's funeral alone... I don't think this weekend will be quite as rejuvenating as I had hoped. But perhaps the time with family will help heal some of the sadness.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Things I Should Be Doing Right Now

  1. Going to the gym
  2. Figuring out what to cook for dinner
  3. Shopping for more maternity clothes
  4. Writing a thank you note
  5. Calling the host of friends I miss talking with
  6. Christmas shopping
  7. Walking around the neighborhood
  8. Needle pointing
And instead I am lying on the couch, listening to Christmas music and debating my next moves. And wondering if The Biggest Loser will still be on, despite President Obama's address on Afghanistan...

This is not a high point for me, is it? :)

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Transitions

Michael and I are all over the place right now.

Here are the transitions that we're in the midst of:
  • Moving from the home where we've started off our loving marriage, into the home where we will begin to raise our family;

  • Supporting Michael's parents as they courageously leave McLean for Austin, Texas, and yet grieving a bit as we lose our home base in Northern Virginia;

  • Relinquishing our independent, 20-something selves to become 30-something parents to our beautiful baby girl;

  • Saying goodbye to my grandmother; and

  • Saying goodbye (temporarily) to the petite - and generally speaking comfortable - body I've maintained in order to become very happy parents.
There's obviously much more joy in here than sorrow. But we are in the difficult phase - thinking about many of these transitions before they actually occur. Stressing about movers and paint colors and sleep deprivation before enjoying new routines and loving smiles and three bedrooms. Michael and I are eager to see the comfort we've established in January, and even more thrilled for our little girl to join our lives.

There's lots floating around in my mind about all of these things, but I seem too overwhelmed to really put those down on paper (or computer screen). We'd appreciate prayers for peace and patience!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Elizabeth

My grandmother passed away tonight. She was 91 years old and had lived a full, rich life. Together with my grandfather, my grandmother raised 5 children and 10 grandchildren. She traveled the world when it wasn't exactly fashionable for people - let alone women - to do so. She was born in India and inspired her grandkids with stories of road trips from London to India, cruises on sail boats from California to Peru, and car rides through Afghanistan.

That said, I think the element of my grandmother's life that left me most in awe was the profound love she shared with my grandfather. Anyone lucky enough to be in a room with the two of them quickly discovered that they were with kindred spirits. True, their relationship began in a different era, when divorce and separation were unheard of. But my grandparents' love for one another went beyond the comforts of sharing stories and raising children. They genuinely enjoyed one another's company. They kept each other laughing, served one another, honored one another, amused one another, even after death. My grandfather passed away in 2002, but I don't think I heard my grandmother say more than three sentences without bringing him up. Being with my grandmother meant spending time with my grandfather, and vice versa. The two of them were uniquely paired, clearly divinely created for one another.

When my grandmother died tonight, I was cooking dinner for my husband. I was imagining how happy my grandfather would be to have my grandmother with him again. I was thinking about their treasured memories that none of us will ever know - the times they shared, like Michael and I share now, that aren't recorded by children or friends or neighbors. Times that passed between the two of them that nobody else could alter.

I cherish those moments that I share with my husband now, and feel like my marriage is the greatest way of honoring my grandparents' memories. I think if they could see the ways my husband and I are with one another now, when it is just the two of us, before we become ever-expanding units with children, then grandchildren, then greats, they would be pleased. They would recognize these times are tributes to them, and be proud of the legacy they have left behind.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Upside Down

What a week!

First, we found out that our little boy is actually a little GIRL! For weeks, we've been imaging our new family with a baby boy at its center, as our family unit dominated by males. We've been rubbing my belly, asking him what names he likes, talking about raising a little man. And now we're back to square one! We're rethinking this future, now with a baby girl at its heart. It's amazing and exciting and daunting all the same. For some reason, a boy seems... easier to me. A girl is scary! Wish us luck! Here's a picture of her beautiful profile:


Second, Michael and I found a new home! Our new apartment is a gorgeous, large 3-bedroom just north of Columbia. It's about three times the size of our current place and will be a lovely place to build our family. We even have room to host family and friends!

Michael's & My Bedroom

The Study/Guest Bedroom

Our Little GIRL's Room

Our Living Room

The Kitchen

Friday, November 13, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Veterans Day 2009

Today is Veterans Day. It's the second year I've marked the occasion since beginning my blog (last year's post is here), and I must admit that my feelings on the matter haven't changed much.

It comes as no surprise that I wholeheartedly adore President Obama. I think he is the best there is, and that I am not likely to know any better during my lifetime. That said, I still long for calls to sacrifice on behalf of the hundreds of thousands of families effected by the two wars we're currently fighting. I find myself fairly insulated from the realities of war. My husband and I live together. I don't worry for his safety on a daily basis. We don't have to raise children using Skype. I don't worry about post traumatic stress or the psychological impacts of combat.

I'm grateful to live free of these burdens. But is it fair that I can continue to do so, sheltered from these realities? I don't know how to solve this problem, but I do know that I am so beyond grateful to those men and women who agree to leave friends and family behind to go serve our country, regardless of their feelings about the wars that separate them.

What will I tell my son about war, and service to our country?

Donations on behalf of families who lost loved ones in service can be made here:
Special Operations Warrior Foundation

Monday, November 9, 2009

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Delicious

At 8 PM last night, Michael and I returned to reality. We spent the most glorious three days in Miami, living in some dream world. It was utterly delicious.

The trip was meant to be our last vacation requiring plane travel before the baby arrives. So we did it up! We stayed at the Trump International Beach Resort, and never left its warm embrace. We dined in our rooms, down by the pool, at the resort restaurants. We played in the pool for hours, read for pleasure, and even splurged for massages.



This was the first vacation Michael and I have had without beloved family or friends since Asia, and it felt wonderful to be alone (with our little boy, of course). This was a particularly sinful type of getaway - one where you didn't let yourself feel guilty about laying around and doing nothing, about not visiting downtown Miami or about spending too much money. We just spent time together, and enjoyed the peace and quiet. We even managed to keep our cell phones locked away for much of the trip - truly a special occasion.

Throughout we discussed our little developing family - our excitement for this little boy to join us, for the children that will follow. We talked about the challenges of being parents, and the names we might give our kids. The resort was bizarrely international. We were two of only a handful of Americans there - most were European families. It was reassuring to see them playing in the pool together, traveling with extended networks of families and friends, to see parents having fun playing with their children and seeing kids just LOVING the pool.

Boarding the plane last night, we both remarked on how this might be the last of the easy passes through security. Next time, we'll be the ones with babies and strollers and diaper bags and all the goodness that goes along with it. Pretty exciting!!

My Delicious Virgin Pina Colada


Michael's Delicious and Very Non-Virgin Pina Colada

Monday, November 2, 2009

In the Meantime

Tomorrow, a more detailed post about our amazing getaway. But for now...

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Fun!

It's that lovely time of year - when it feels good to be in the kitchen again.

I've missed cooking. Between the nausea and exhaustion of my first trimester, I spent little time in the kitchen this summer. But now that the weather has cooled, the evenings are darker, and my second trimester energy is here, I've been happily back, cooking away! We've been eating comfort foods like stuffed shells and lasagna, beef brisket and tacos, quesadillas and baked chicken. It's been lovely! I've also been really missing baking, and managed to produce a couple of apple pies and plenty of chocolate chip cookies.

It's an inspiring time of year to be in the kitchen, and I'm excited for some new recipes! If you have any favorites, feel free to pass them along!

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Oh, and if anyone has a good recipe for butternut squash, I'd love to see it!!

18 Week Baby Bump!


Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Weekend that Wasn't

Well, the best laid plans...

Michael and I had a weekend that... well, didn't go quite as we had hoped. The weekend started off well, with a relaxing dinner on Friday night at Michael's and my favorite new pizza place, Spunto. The restaurant is a few blocks from our apartment, filled with warm yellow light and neighborhood charm. We enjoyed a couple of types of pizza and settled into a Friday evening.

We woke on Saturday, excited for a fun day with John, Anna and Naomi. For months, Anna and I have been talking about taking a tour of small, quaint towns nestled in the Hudson Valley during peak foliage season. So John booked us a Zip Car and we picked out 3 towns to check out. The day started with an early alarm and no hot water. Logistical irritations, sure, but the other kicker? Rain. Lots and lots of rain. Because we'd been discussing this trip for months, we made our best effort. We packed up a car with Naomi and all of her goodies, and headed north up the river. Try as we might, we couldn't find quaint New York!! We tried Tarrytown, then Sleepy Hollow, to no avail. We started seeing signs of cute in Ossining, just as Naomi started to tire of her car seat. Finally, we found charm in Croton-on-Hudson. But by that point Naomi was crying unabashedly and we were tired of being wet and in the car. Thankfully John and Anna are the kind of people that find humor in ridiculous situations, so the harder Naomi cried, the harder Anna and I laughed at the absurdity of our travels.

Sunday we hoped for better luck. Once again we woke to an alarm, which was not ideal. We had hot water, which was thrilling, but we didn't have our Sunday paper. Michael headed over to our gym for his first class, and I planned on meeting him there. But unfortunately our gym teacher never showed! So we both attempted to get a good workout in on our own, which was far less successful... Our afternoons were packed, with a lovely dimsum lunch in Chinatown with girlfriends from grad school and then tea with my former roommate and wonderful friend Jordana.

The weekend wasn't a complete loss - we spent some quality time with good friends, took a nice long walk in the fall sunshine, and had a delicious dinner of stuffed shells tonight. But we definitely don't feel as relaxed as we usually do at the end of a Sunday evening.

Thankfully we're off to Miami next weekend! Hooray!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Turning Points

First, if you haven't done so already, please share your most peaceful moments here (ahem Jenny, Dad, Henry, Ruthie). I've been LOVING all your thoughts, and find immediate relaxation while reading them. And you know what's interesting? How many people find peace in moments with warm drinks in their hands. Something I'll have to remember when I'm stressed at work!

Second, Michael and I have started casually looking for new apartments, and it is making me so sad! For the past few months, I've been the excited one, telling Michael how much fun it will be to find and build a new home, one with actual DOORS, and room for a baby. But now that it's becoming more of a reality, it's less thrilling. Michael and I have enjoyed our first three years of marriage in this lovely little apartment. We've made friends with our neighbors, gym teachers, book sellers, laundry folks. We know our neighborhood and can now actually afford to enjoy it a bit more. Anyway, I think this move is going to be very hard for us both.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Sharing

Okay, so I thought I might try something new on this little blog of mine. Something that is sure to garner a little mocking from my husband and my brother, but let's give it a go...

On Sunday, I flipped through this month's Real Simple magazine to find a whole section where people wrote about their most peaceful time of day. I found it very pleasureable to hear what others say! Since I've shared mine (early morning tea just can't be beat), I was wondering if you would be willing to share yours?? I'd love to hear what part of the day calms you the most!!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

17 Week Baby Bump!

Success!

Tonight I made one of my mom's greatest hits: beef brisket! It was delicious!!

Yesterday, Michael and I took the plunge and made our first meat purchase from the farmers market. We bought a nice, fatty Angus Beef Brisket from a husband and wife couple whose kids were back at the farm, tending to the animals. We marinated the beef last night and then let it cook at a low heat for 3 hours this afternoon. Our entire apartment smells delicious! Here are some pictures:

Yummy Beef

Beef, String Beans from the market
and my first attempt at Mashed Cauliflower
(also from the market, and not very successful)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Peace

Sitting on our coach, gazing out the window at the crystal blue morning sky. Noises of a neighborhood waking just outside the building - sidewalks being swept, early morning commuters greeting one another. Michael still in bed, enjoying the last few minutes of sleep before another hectic day. Warm tea in hand and a baby boy growing inside, keeping me company. Just peace.

As they say in country music, yeah man, that's the good stuff.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Boy oh boy!

Last week, Michael and I spent 30 minutes watching our little baby swim and squirm. At 15 weeks, our little one looks more human than it had before. So human, in fact, that we learned our baby is a little boy!

Here he is waving to Michael and me:


And him stretching his back:


And him showing off his little foot:


The entire sonogram was a thrilling experience, and Michael and I loved having the chance to see our little boy moving around, kicking his legs and shaking his head.

When the doctor told us we were having a boy, it confirmed what I'd been feeling for a few weeks. Even earlier that day, I sent an email to Michael, telling him that I was confident that our baby was a he, not a she. This will sound silly and ridiculous, but being right about the baby's sex has given me confidence in my connection with him. Right now, the fact that I'm pregnant is still a little abstract - I don't really look pregnant, and I haven't felt the baby move around. But I did have an instinct about the sex - one that was pretty accurate - and that's exciting to me.

My friend Melissa just had a boy, and I'm reassured that we'll be learning about boys together. It's going to be great!

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On an utterly unrelated note, this Sunday's Times magazine was all about food, and it's well worth the read. Just click here.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Robert Frank at the Met

Today, Michael took Kelsey and I to the Met to see Robert Frank's The Americans. It was fabulous - inspiring and gorgeous. Here are some of my favorites from the exhibit:




More SNL Love

The Rush jokes are the best!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Happy

Reasons I'm super happy for today:
  1. I made a triumphant return to Thursday morning's gym class!
  2. It's super sunny with bright blue skies.
  3. I get to leave work at 3 today...
  4. ... to see the baby!
  5. Then Kelsey (my sister-in-law) is coming into town!
  6. And we get to enjoy Thursday night TV together.
It's a pretty stacked day, I must admit!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

A Lovely New York

There are about a million versions of New York City - the broke New York, the rich New York, the Brooklyn New York, the hipster New York, the yuppie New York, the immigrant New York (and all the permutations implied therein), etc., etc., etc. Perhaps that's the City's appeal - just when you think you've got it figured out, you get invited to a new place, visit a new restaurant, see a new apartment, and yet another city unfolds before you.

I've been thinking a lot about the City this weekend, about what it means to live here and what form of it I want to spend my time in, because one of our closest friends left to move back to DC this weekend. Mona moved to New York at the same time Michael did, and as transient as this place is, she was one of the folks we considered a lifer - or at least someone who would stay as long as Michael and I were here. And yet, now she's gone, Michael and I are still living the City life, and while we talk about leaving, it remains in a very abstract way.

So this weekend, I realized how much I love a version of the City I spend very little time in -- the early weekend morning New York. Michael and I have been attending a gym class on Sunday mornings over by Union Square. It requires us to wake up and head out of our apartments by 9:50 AM - very early by City standards, where Sunday brunch lasts until 4. It's really such a magical time. The sidewalks are empty, the street traffic as light as it ever is. Families are out, but not in so many numbers as to dominate. The drunks are all quiet and at home. It's a peaceful time when you really believe the only people out are true New Yorkers.

It's a very pleasant City - and is a version that keeps me satisfied with life here.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Love

A couple of months ago, I saw this picture in the Washington Post. I was immediately struck by the beautiful, suburban scene - sun shinning through lush, green trees with just a woman and her child running together, enjoying what appears to be a gorgeous summer morning. And then I starting asking myself - will I be such an impressively fit mother?

Because, the night before, Michael and I saw this:

Our first positive pregnancy test! (In Michael's utter shock and awe at us getting pregnant, he had me take four tests before he believed a one of them.)

Our family is expanding, and we couldn't be happier about it. The little one will join us sometime this spring. (S)he is due on March 27th, my mom's birthday, perfectly placed between Michael's and mine.


Sharing my life with Michael has been the greatest decision I've made. Being his wife makes me happier than anything I've ever known. And to think that we're now going to raise a child among such love and joy, that we get to shower it with this affection... it's really such an honor.

One night last summer, while watching the sunset from our balcony in a little hut in Thailand, I remember looking out at the ocean and feeling grateful that one day, Michael and I will raise a child who will get to experience moments filled with romance and optimism and love just like those. Now this little one is growing, and I have such hope for its future. I can't wait for this baby to feel, to know the love Michael and I already have for him or her, and for our child to grow and live the joys of life.

Michael, as always, writes more eloquently about this great next adventure here. This little bump is so utterly loved already...

Monday, September 21, 2009

Sunshine

Doctors

Today, I had to visit my cardiologist for an annual check-up. Everything went smoothly, and I'm happy to report my heart (and pericardium) are happy as can be!

Every time I have been to this doctor's office, I leave thinking, "This is how a doctor's office should be run." The most amount of time I've had to wait in the waiting room is 15 minutes. The most I've waited in the exam room is 10 minutes. Each exam room has a computer, so the doctor can update my medical record (and review it) as he's chatting with me. He asks me how I'm doing and actually waits to hear the answer. Every time I go, his nurse does an EKG and he reads it for me. He does the echocardiograms himself and tells me as we're going how things are looking. And before I leave, the doctor meets with me - fully dressed - in his office. I love it!

Today, I told him how much I appreciate the way his office flows. He told me that he likes it, but that it is far too expensive to sustain. Tied to Columbia University, he doesn't have to pay all the bills. But he knows the way he practices doesn't bring in enough money to cover the costs.

What a shame. This is the way medical care should be provided, and it "isn't sustainable."

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Fall Breezes

This song is a great soundtrack to a walk in Central Park in the fall. I tried it today, and it fit perfectly! (sorry there isn't a nicer video, but this is all YouTube has to offer)

The Perfect Spot


This woman found the best spot in lower Manhattan for her lunch break! Soaking up all the sunshine she can, while keeping cool thanks to the water fountain upon which she's perched. Looks like heaven to me!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Returns

Tonight, one of Michael's and my favorite TV shows returns: The Biggest Loser! No longer are Tuesdays just another day of the week. Oh no, my friends, Tuesday is Biggest Loser night! By association, it also becomes the day where Michael and I feel utter guilt if we miss the gym. So, armed and inspired by my date with Jillian and Bob, I made it to the gym today, for the first time in... well, too long.

And let me tell you, it felt SO GOOD to be back. As soon as I opened the door and started climbing the stairs, I couldn't hide my smile. I was very happy to spend 30 minutes on an elliptical.

Inspiration came from another place today. The Washington Post had a fabulous article written by a woman who spent her life battling debilitating depression. She found release not through drugs or therapy, but through running. Her story really resonated with me. Clinical depression has been a serious struggle for many people in my family. For me, the best remedy has always been a consistent, challenging workout regimen. This story reminded me why I commit myself to working out. The article is here and the lovely picture that went along with it is here:

Sunday, September 13, 2009

There is one thing...

My office just launched a new ad campaign!! Designed to highlight how the calories people consume through sugar-sweetened beverages, the campaign is called, "Pouring on the Pounds." It's pretty awesome! Today, while on the subway, Michael and I saw our first ad. It was in Spanish and Michael and I had fun translating it. Enjoy!

Recommended

Sorry I've been so quiet here, but life has just been a little full lately. But wanted to pass along Maureen's amazing column from today - I totally agree with her.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

A Lady

My cousin posted this picture on her blog, and it's dreamy. This is exactly the kind of woman I dreamed of being. Elegant, graceful (even in the face of rain), and on a mission. A city gal, to be sure.

Unfortunately, on rainy days, I tend to be one of the women wearing knee-high rain boots, carrying a big gym bag (hopefully), struggling to keep my umbrella from flipping out.

Ahhh... well ,we can dream, right?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Mesmerizing

Will it ever get better than this president?

I received one of those letters a few days ago. It was from our beloved friend and colleague, Ted Kennedy. He had written it back in May, shortly after he was told that his illness was terminal. He asked that it be delivered upon his death.

In it, he spoke about what a happy time his last months were, thanks to the love and support of family and friends, his wife, Vicki, his amazing children, who are all here tonight.

And he expressed confidence that this would be the year that health care reform -- "that great unfinished business of our society," he called it -- would finally pass.

He repeated the truth that health care is decisive for our future prosperity, but he also reminded me that "it concerns more than material things."

"What we face," he wrote, "is above all a moral issue; at stake are not just the details of policy but fundamental principles of social justice and the character of our country."

One of the unique and wonderful things about America has always been our self-reliance, our rugged individualism, our fierce defense of freedom, and our healthy skepticism of government. And figuring out the appropriate size and role of government has always been a source of rigorous and, yes, sometimes angry debate. That's our history.

For some of Ted Kennedy's critics, his brand of liberalism represented an affront to American liberty. In their minds, his passion for universal health care was nothing more than a passion for big government. But those of us who knew Teddy and worked with him here -- people of both parties -- know that what drove him was something more.

His friend, Orrin Hatch, he knows that. They worked together to provide children with health insurance. His friend, John McCain, knows that. They worked together on a patients' bill of rights. His friend, Chuck Grassley, knows that. They worked together to provide health care to children with disabilities.

On issues like these, Ted Kennedy's passion was born not of some rigid ideology, but of his own experience -- the experience of having two children stricken with cancer.

He never forgot the sheer terror and helplessness that any parent feels when a child is badly sick. And he was able to imagine what it must be like for those without insurance, what it'd be like to have to say to a wife or a child or an aging parent, "There is something that could make you better, but I just can't afford it."

That large-heartedness, that concern and regard for the plight of others is not a partisan feeling. It's not a Republican or a Democratic feeling. It, too, is part of the American character.

Our ability to stand in other people's shoes. A recognition that we are all in this together, that when fortune turns against one of us, others are there to lend a helping hand. A belief that in this country, hard work and responsibility should be rewarded by some measure of security and fair play. And an acknowledgement that sometimes government has to step in to help deliver on that promise.

This has always been the history of our progress.

In 1935, when over half of our seniors could not support themselves and millions had seen their savings wiped away, there were those who argued that Social Security would lead to socialism. But the men and women of Congress stood fast, and we are all the better for it.

In 1965, when some argued that Medicare represented a government takeover of health care, members of Congress, Democrats and Republicans, did not back down.

They joined together so that all of us could enter our golden years with some basic peace of mind.

You see, our predecessors understood that government could not, and should not, solve every problem. They understood that there are instances when the gains in security from government action are not worth the added constraints on our freedom.

But they also understood that the danger of too much government is matched by the perils of too little; that without the leavening hand of wise policy, markets can crash, monopolies can stifle competition, the vulnerable can be exploited.

And they knew that when any government measure, no matter how carefully crafted or beneficial, is subject to scorn; when any efforts to help people in need are attacked as un-American; when facts and reason are thrown overboard and only timidity passes for wisdom, and we can no longer even engage in a civil conversation with each other over the things that truly matter -- that at that point we don't merely lose our capacity to solve big challenges. We lose something essential about ourselves.

That was true then. It remains true today.

I understand how difficult this health care debate has been. I know that many in this country are deeply skeptical that government is looking out for them. I understand that the politically safe move would be to kick the can further down the road, to defer reform one more year, or one more election, or one more term.

But that is not what this moment calls for.

That's not what we came here to do. We did not come to fear the future. We came here to shape it. I still believe we can act even when it's hard.

I still believe...

... I still believe that we can act when it's hard. I still believe we can replace acrimony with civility and gridlock with progress. I still believe we can do great things and that here and now we will meet history's test, because that's who we are. That is our calling. That is our character.

Thank you. God bless you and may God bless the United States of America.


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Sept

Dear September,

Welcome!

I find my happiness at your arrival utterly surprising. As a sun lover and summer admirerer, your arrival generally brings sadness at the loss of long summer days, heat waves and vacations in the sun.

But today, I'm grateful for the crispness that's in the air, the bright fall sunshine that is marking the morning. I find myself pleased by your arrival.

So hello September! Please be good to us, and treat us better than The Summer That Wasn't. Thanks!

L