I am currently in the very early stages of writing a book. By very early, I mean I am still working on the first sentence (yes, you can judge me.)
This is not why I began blogging. It was after I started spewing my thoughts on here that I felt compelled to write a book about a very trying experience. One that has sadly been shared by many families and not talked about enough. But, enough about that right now.
For years, I have been sharing my opinions, thoughts and commentaries with members of my community via our local newspaper. Articles have varied in topics such as having raised $11,000 for The Arthritis Foundation while being an Ambassador, questioning our government-bashing motives, surviving college visits with your teens, preparing for an empty nest and more.
I keep submitting my thoughts and the Editor keeps publishing them. What’s up with that? I am often described as a Guest Columnist and get my own little corner (albeit tiny), on a page. Maybe he feels sorry for me or there simply are not many exciting things happening around here but, nevertheless, I am enjoying my words being read by
a few many . The feedback I get from the community is gratifying and makes me grateful that someone (not my kids), is listening to what I have to say.
So although it is not a book that got published, today, they published this silly article of mine:
Glued to televised falcon family chronicles
AMHERST — If you live in Hampshire County you must have heard the buzz about the Peregrine falcon pair nesting once more atop the W.E.B. DuBois Library at the University of Massachusetts. It’s all over the news and social media.
Like many of you, I have been glued to this reality show since the first chick hatched. I will admit that there is not as much drama as there is in shows like, “The Real Housewives of … (Everywhere)” and no fast-paced action, but this show is raw and it is real.
There is no staging, editing or censoring by producers. In fact, some content (like papa or mama falcon breaking up their hunted prey into bite-sized pieces to feed the chicks) may not be suitable for all audiences. But hey, it’s nature.
My interest in the falcons began 12 years ago when my mate and his friend, a master falconer, noticed falcons flying around the UMass library. Since the library is a tall building that mimics cliffs, where falcons typically nest, they decided to build a nesting box out of wood and contact the UMass Physical Plant about putting it up atop the library. UMass graciously agreed and the first box went up. Since then, that box has been replaced with a more sturdy rendition that can withstand winds and temperatures that high up.
As I watch this live webcast of these falcons taking care of their young, I am reminded of my husband and I, as parents.
The similarities are uncanny. Though we never actually sat on our children (for hours), we too have been and still are devoted to their safety and happiness.
Like mama and papa falcon, we have shared equally in all the parental responsibilities without hesitation and our chicks have always been our top priority.
Even the fact that mama falcon is a bit bigger than papa is relatable to me. She and I have actually been the ones who have given birth to our chicks, thus explaining our wider frames.
She is my idol and new BFF.
What I would love to ask mama falcon, if she ever let me appear on her reality show, is how she deals with her empty nest year after year.
My nest will be empty this fall and I have yet to figure out how I am going to deal with it.