Thursday, September 11, 2014

Once Again

Once again, I am sad and proud and overwhelmed...this day again, this infamous date, has come around...thirteen times now...and it doesn't seem real, still...I see these Towers in my mind's eye...and I miss that Skyline...the way it was, the way we were...the New York City that I grew up with...I am once again reminded of all that we have lost, and grateful for all that I have.
Thank you NYPD...I remember seeing cops in the streets that day and my heart bled for them...thanks also to FDNY, and all the other First Responders that gave so much that fateful day.
I for one will #Never #Forget.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

So much to Say...

I find lately that there's so much to say and too little time to say it in. I'm running from work to home, the babysitter...a friend's place, the store...and my thoughts come along, fast and furious, and yet I am generally so busy that I can't find a home for them all before the day is done.
Today, a whole bunch of kids went back to school around America. I have thoughts about this, and the pools closing, and the sun setting earlier in the day. I'm not positive that anyone would want to hear my thoughts, but I think them anyway, and I dream in vivid technicolor at night.
I am still a huge advocate for cops everywhere, but sometimes an event happens, and I don't have time to comment about it until the moment has passed.
Sometimes I find I can't say anything. Next Thursday the anniversary will come along again, and I will find myself full of emotion, but the words may or may not hit the page.
Know that I am with you, my fellow Police Wives, whether or not I am posting as much as I once did.
I am still here, in passionate as always. Sometimes real life gets in the way of my very best intentions, as it does for us all.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Ferguson, Missouri

It's time to comment.
Truth is that I have been commenting on the ridiculousness going down in Ferguson, and there, on Twitter...I also just added an interesting commentary to the SCW Facebook Group.
That said, here's the deal:   
It's time for the Police to be able to act like Police and take control of the mess that is now Ferguson.
It's time for the Top Cop in charge to stop pandering to the Media and say what needs to be said: the boy that was shot was not, in fact, a choir boy...and that the people's actions following his death make the whole community look bad.
Rioting and looting do nothing to bring the boy back. If anything, they flame prejudices that already exist and perhaps exacerbate the problem. The truth is that most of the people busy rioting and looting have nothing better to do. I'm quite sure a good portion of them do not have jobs and already hate the police. Therefore they add nothing to the debate, and they only subtract from the general sympathies of those of us on the outside looking in.
It's time to wrap this whole thing up; to pray for everyone involved and to move on. That may sound callous, but it's not meant to be read that way.
I found a Scripture that seems to sum it all up perfectly: 

A time to kill and a time to heal; A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to weep and a time to laugh; A time to mourn and a time to dance. A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.…
Ecclesiastes 3:4

It's time.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Two Cops, One Family

I've always wondered how families do it that have two Police Officers in the mix; although I've heard some theories about greater understanding and commiseration, I've always felt that it's got to be incredibly hard to have two cops living together under one roof.
What if they have opposing shifts? If they have children, who does the daycare/school routine?
Do they split the chores by rank?
That said, I realized this morning that we are a Two-Cop Family. I realized it as I ran around after my dog, trying to grab the biscuit out of her paws that my child had just thrown off the high chair...watching her demolish it like a perp...then putting her into "Sit" as I scolded her for stealing...then running back to my son and explaining that he can't keep throwing stuff at the dog (which of course he finds funny) because we want her to last a long time...and if she's 750 pounds...she won't be able to last a long time.
All this transpired in about two minutes or less, and somehow in the midst of this, it occurred to me: I am policing as well.
I figure it's only slightly less dangerous.
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