Wendy sat on a railroad track her heart was all aflutter, around the bend came the Number 10, choo-choo Wendy-butter. Wendy sits on the curb outside her house. Her knees pulled up to her chest and her face hidden behind a veil of hair the color of butter. She is chanting softly under her breath. Every time she reaches the end of the verse she starts again.

It is her mantra. What she does to calm herself. She’s been doing it since Evan died. Three years ago right in front of where she was sitting, her eight year old brother was struck by a drunk driver while he was riding his new birthday bike. He died three days later. That’s the day she lost her mom, too. At least her old mom. Her new mom cries all the time and her breath smells funny, like medicine but not cherry medicine. She smells like sadness.

Her parents told her last night that her mother was leaving today. That she needs to go somewhere and get better and not be so sad anymore. It made Wendy sad that she wasn’t good enough to make her mother happy after Evan died. She tries not to have nightmares but she can’t help it. Some nights when she closes her eyes she sees the accident again.

She heard her parents come out to the car. She listened as they got in, started the car, and drove out of the driveway. She didn’t look up as they drove away that way she could pretend that they waved goodbye. She knew she should go inside to see Tammy, the babysitter, but she’d rather be out here by herself. Wendy sat on a railroad track her heart was all aflutter… she started chanting again. All the while wondering if anyone would remember that today was her eleventh birthday. 

…around the bend came the Number 10, choo-choo, Wendy-butter…

Imagine by Dylan Mulvey-Welsh

Imagine all your ideas becoming real,

Imagine your dreams becoming reality,

Imagine the possibilities.

Imagine a world where people didn’t achieve their imaginations,

If people didn’t chase their dreams.

If Da Vinci never painted the Mona Lisa

Or Steve Jobs never invented Apple,

Where would we be?

Where would we be?

Imagination keeps us moving,

It is the fuel that burns our fire,

It’s where people get their desire.

Imagination is key,

Because logic can take you from Point A to Point B,

But imagination can take you anywhere.

Granted by Dylan Mulvey-Welsh

I’ve gladly given over my blog to my very talented son… chime in and let us know what you think!

We all take things for granted,

This and that,

Our minds become slanted,

People not happy with what they have

And soon become disenchanted.

The latest version of this isn’t up to our standards,

So everyone begins ranting

And panting

Because we’d rather complain about our things than go outside.

No one anymore has cognition,

People are told what to do and believe it

And they follow the predisposition,

Even if it’s truth,

Or just a superstition.

If they say it’s true it must be,

It’s making people give redefinitions

People who have little really have the most,

Because they know,

They know what it feels like to only eat raw toast,

And people walk around with their items and boast,

And it’s gross.

Why are we like this?

Why do we do this?

Let’s not get something new and hiss

Or buy something and then be pissed,

Enjoy what we have because not everyone can,

So let us take someone’s hand,

And make a stand.

Mr. Checkers


This past Sunday morning, I found him abandoned in the bottom of her travel bag. He had been there since Friday.

Mr. Checkers is an elephant, a stuffed yellow elephant with checkered ears – hence his name. He wears satin pajamas with multi-colored polka dots, and he was, once upon a time, Emma’s most cherished possession.
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Is #winning #working?

So I saw the cardiologist today and before I jump in to what happened I have to say that the Shapiro Cardiovascular Center at Brigham and Women’s is awesome. I have never, not once, been taken after my scheduled appointment. In almost FIVE YEARS!! Most times I’m taken early. Today, I was taken almost a half hour BEFORE my appointment. I never feel rushed. Labs, tests, follow-ups – everything about the place – is pure professionalism! Love!!


#winning is helping. I’m still where I was six months ago relative to the Left Branch Bundle Block (LBBB). I was disappointed that I hadn’t made any progress but my doctor decided that we’re taking the status quo as a victory because of the #winning philosophy. I feel great, I’m thirty pounds (yup) lighter and eating much healthier than ever before and exercising regularly. (BTW, he told me to cut down walking outside while it’s this cold out since the temperature will constrict blood vessels and that is bad for those of us with cardiac issues.) All of these things have given him hope that I can continue to manage my cardiac issues with diet, exercise and medication and hold off at least six more months on making the decision on the pacemaker.

So, yeah it’s working.

Oh, after I got finished bragging about basically changing my whole life, I inspired Dr. Lewis to take his diet more seriously. Plus, someone told me they thought I was about eight years younger than I am. That’s not #winning, that’s #kickingass.

Which is totally going to be my new motto…

p.s.: I go back in July and will have an echo which will give a more detailed picture of my heart.

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The old man

A man sits on a weathered green bench. He is not quite an old man but he is close. His clothes fit poorly, purchased when he was thinner. The checkered pattern on his shirt distorts as he settles into his seat. He stares straight ahead but his eyes look toward the past. He sees a woman with skin like caramel, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun. She is wearing a white dress with small red polka dots and she is smiling. One hand is out-stretched; his left hand twitches wanting to reach into the past and grasp her hand offered so freely. Her other hand rests gently on her stomach, a smile lights her face.

He sighs. Shaking the memories from his mind, he struggles to his feet and boards the bus home. Alone.

Writing all the words…

AUKMor rather …formatting all the words…

Last October I started the process of compiling all of my columns that were originally published on from 2011 to 2013 into a book. That project got knocked off it’s track by NaNoWriMo and then the month of December in its entirety.

Taking advantage of the recent winter storm I have been able to get all the columns compiled chronologically and I’m working on final formatting. The front end is done as is the cover. I hope to upload the test today and hit the publish button before the weekend is over!

Oh.My.Freaking.God. I’m about to publish my first book!

I don’t know about y’all but I’m wicked psyched!!

Birds and bees and other things


“Boys are like street cars. Stand there for a few minutes and another one will be by in five minutes.” – Jim Mulvey (advice from my dad when I was 16.)

The Saturday before Christmas turned out to be one for the busiest days of the year for me. I spent the day wrapping presents, doing laundry and getting ready to head to my in-laws’ in Maryland for Christmas. My day started at 7:15 with a walk along the waterfront with my puppy, Felix, and ended sometime after midnight with a very wide-ranging conversation with my daughter about boys and relationships.

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