Jan. 17, 2016 – Local Author’s Event at Nicola’s Books

Jan. 17, 2016 – Local Author’s Event at Nicola’s Books

Nicola’s Books will be holding their first winter Local Authors Event, showcasing local Ann Arbor Authors to the Community. It is their hope to bring in a larger crowd in hopes of giving local authors more exposure.
Mary Koral, along with colleagues Marilyn Churchill and Chris Lord will be the first authors piloting this new initiative.
More information can be found on the Nicola’s Books website, http://www.nicolasbooks.com/event/local-authors-event
Jan 17 2016 – 2:00pm
Event address:
Westgate Shopping Center
2513 Jackson Avenue
Ann Arbor, MI 48103
(734) 662-0600

We Are Our Mother’s Daughters

We Are Our Mother’s Daughters

When I was a kid, I always had these mixed feelings about my mother. I loved her and was also nervous. She was unpredictable and could go into deep funks. But oh when she was on her game! She would clean house like fury , shoving, literally an upright piano from one room to another with my sisters and I helping her. “Come on, girls,” she’d cry. “We can do this.” And we did. The piano gave under our shoves, my mother and her kids. It stood moved from the end of the living room to a space near the doorway where she draped a scarf over it and arranged a series of pictures. Some people I knew, some I didn’t. We kids immediately sat down and banged out our version of “Comin Round the Mountain.”
“Come on,” she called “We aren’t done.” So we continued, intrigued. What next?
Next was the scarred old sofa. There was no place she could put it that would not show its wear and it was the only piece of furniture we had, the sofa and a side chair. The rest of the time we sat on the floor or used dining room chairs… and there were only six of the those. There were way more of us than that in the house. My mom and dad, seven kids, four uncles. So where was she going to put the sofa? There was barely room to move already what with all the people. But, she had an idea. “We’ll angle it,” she said. “Put it between the windows and the corner wall. I will drape a quilt over it. Like a slipcover.”
We kids nodded and helped, then admired the effect. This was years before Pottery Barn showed shabby chic. But we thought it was terrific. Our mom could make something out of nothing!
I still love the idea that a person might be able to create with not much more than a shabby sofa and a quilt. I admire the woman who could create something from nothing. Two sticks and a piece of dental floss. She held to the idea of possibility.
I have hung on to possibility too. At least in my best moments. I remember arranging furniture with my kids when they were small. Remember dragging our dining room chairs into the living room and having them play train with caps and whistles. They loved it. Who knew what might be made to happen? The whole world was open to them in those moments.
I am my mother’s daughter, not my mom, but I have what she gave me and I want to pass that along to my kids and the grandkids. Our kids came to us as a dream, a hope, the slightest vision of what might be. They surpassed anything we dared to dream. It’s the same with the grandkids.
We have already taken the grandkids on their first train ride. After that, well, the sky is not the limit. We can go beyond, always beyond what we think we can. My hope is that I will be around to see that.

Parenting, Life and Love

Parenting, Life and Love

Went to see my oldest son and his wife and their children today. We had a fine time. Jin, my daughter-in-law and I walked and exchanged stories about our overdoing the walking in the past and ending up with pain, pain, pain. But, the kids zoomed along on their scooters. Ken, my husband, and Son, the oldest walked behind us talking techy stuff. And, I was flooded with gratitude. Here were these people and we were connected. We love each other. However did that happen?
Marriage/Partnership is random. Staying together a real challenge often enough over the years. But parenting! Oh my heavens. You never ever know if you are taking the right course. And then what? They grow and become independent. You go to see them and you are grateful for their love, for their family, but you still can’t figure out how it all happened. Oh, you know well enough how they met each other. You remember going to the airport to get the baby from Vietnam. But still…
You are reminded that so much of life, parenting, loving is beyond is something we must see the way we watch a movie. We wait not at all knowing what the end will be.
I am glad for the story of our oldest son and his family, an end I could not have foreseen. But there it is!