A Remembrance Video of Mattie

Thank you for keeping Mattie's memory alive!

Dear Mattie Blog Readers,

It means a great deal to me that you take the time to write and to share your thoughts, feelings, and reflections on Mattie's battle and death. Your messages are very meaningful and help support me through very challenging times. I am forever grateful. As my readers know, I promised to write the blog for a year after Mattie's death, which would mean that I could technically have stopped writing on September 9, 2010. However, like my journey with grief there is so much that still needs to be processed and fortunately I have a willing support network still committed to reading. Therefore, the blog continues on. If I should find the need to stop writing, I assure you I will give you advanced notice. In the mean time, thank you for reading, thank you for having the courage to share this journey with me, and most importantly thank you for keeping Mattie's memory alive.


As Mattie would say, Ooga Booga (meaning, I LOVE YOU)! Vicki



September 6, 2025

Saturday, September 6, 2025

Saturday, September 6, 2025

Tonight's picture was taken on September 1, 2009. I remember this moment like it were yesterday. Mattie decided that he wanted to go back to the hospital. He did not want to be at home any longer managing pain. Let me put this into context for you. Mattie was seven years old, and intuitively he knew he was dying. He chose to die in the hospital, not at home. He wanted to be surrounded by his medical family, who were on this journey with us for over a year. I also suspect that Mattie was worried about us as well, and wanted us to have support. Mattie was that kind of kid! He connected the dots even at 7! This photo was taken in the hospital's clinic, as we awaited admission to the in-patient unit. Jenny, Mattie's art therapist, was working hard at engaging Mattie with a remote controlled dinosaur and she is one of the people I will never forget. She was right there with us throughout Mattie's journey, a God sent. In this photo, Mattie was connected to portable oxygen and a pain pump. No parent should have to see her child die. There are others who say they have lived through similar traumas and have had similar life experiences to mine. I would say, trauma is trauma, but until you have your child flat line in your arms, I would say DO NOT compare your trauma to mine. 


Quote of the day: The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. ~ Elisabeth Kübler-Ross


MATTIE'S MEMORIAL TREE in 2018

This afternoon, after my dad had his physical therapy session, I decided to take two hours to visit Mattie's memorial tree. I decorate this tree three times a year: 1) on the anniversary of Mattie's death (September 8), 2) at Christmas time, and 3) on Mattie's birthday (April 4). We had been doing this since the original tree was planted in 2010. Mattie's memorial tree was a gift from the families of the class of 2020 (Mattie's high school graduation year). This particular photo was taken on September 8, 
2018. Since Mattie's ashes are with me at home, this tree always gave us a peaceful place to reflect on Mattie and the amazing boy he was and always will be. 

This tree is the FOURTH memorial tree planted for Mattie. The first one died (an oak), the second one also looked sickly (an oak), and then a third tree was planted but in a different location on the playground (a yellowwood tree). The third tree was struck by lightning and literally its trunk still looks like the letter Y. So in 2018, the school's arborist (Tim) text messaged me. He told me that Mattie was sending us a message. Mattie wanted an oak tree as a memorial tree, and no tree will ever thrive if it is not an oak. Tim told me he was going to pick up a heartly white swamp oak, but instead of him planting it alone, he suggested that I gather friends for a tree planting ceremony. Great idea, but Tim only gave me 24 hours notice to make this happen. So I immediately text messaged friends and as usual they did not disappoint. Over twenty people showed up on September 8, 2018 to help dig a hole and plant this glorious tree! 

I chose to visit Mattie's tree alone today. I did not want to bring my parents or have friends join me. I spend no time by myself and given the nature of this activity, I wanted the space to just be with my own thoughts and feelings. 

Mattie's fourth memorial tree is on the left. The tree on the right is tree #3. It is hard to see the Y, but it is definitely a split tree trunk. I truly can't get over how the White Swamp Oak has grown. It is gigantic! So different from when it was planted 7 years ago. It is a surreal experience visiting this tree alone and it is an even more daunting feeling knowing just how dramatically my life has changed. It is hard having lost the most precious things in my life and it is sobering to stand before this tree alone, carrying on the tradition we created many years ago. No matter what is going on in my life, visiting Mattie's memorial grove of trees is one of MANY commitments I have to my son. Commitments to me are just that, no matter what I am facing and dealing with, they are a part of me.  

The memorial plaque created for the tree!









I always tie a ribbon around the trunk of tree #3 and #4. Today's themed ribbon was sunflowers. I also placed sunflower and butterfly ornaments on tree #4. The sunflower is a symbol I associate with Team Mattie, as they gave me countless sunflowers whenever we were home between hospital visits. After a while, the sunflower symbolized love, compassion and community. As for butterflies, to me these flutterbys are gifts from Mattie to remind me he is always with me. 
A butterfly close up!
You can see the sunflower ribbon and one of the beautiful sunflower ornaments. You can probably see some of the other ornaments I have on the tree as well. I have Legos, toy cars, orange awareness ribbons, cupcake ornaments and donut ornaments! In fact, teachers have told me that the kindergarteners refer to Mattie's tree as the twinkling tree! Why? Because with all the ornaments, when the sun hits it right, the tree glows and sparkles!
One of my favorite ornaments that I put on the tree in 2022! This is a saying Mattie and I used to say to one another! It is no wonder when I see the moon glowing at night..... I say to myself..... Love you to the moon and back!
















For Mattie's birthdays, I try to put things on the tree that he liked. Which was why one year, I bought donut ornaments. While on chemotherapy, Mattie absolutely LOVED donuts! Our joke back then was..... one donut a day and everything will be okay!
A cupcake ornament! I baked many cupcakes for Mattie and I would bring them to the hospital. I used cupcakes as incentives. If Mattie participated in his physical therapy sessions, he got cupcakes! So cupcakes always remind me of the pact I had with Mattie... to try his best in therapy so he could relearn to walk. 



The playground, where these trees are located, was a space Mattie played in practically everyday after school. So it is quite meaningful that the trees line this space, providing shade to many other children. In a way, my Mattie is watching over all these other children. 


Do you think that a space can hold memories? I do! As I sat in this playground today, I was reliving Mattie playing in the sandbox, him running around with friends, and climbing the monkey bars. I could practically feel it! How is it possible that a once healthy boy could then get cancer and die? Why did we only have one year together in elementary school? It may be 16 years since Mattie died, but some questions a mom will always ask! 

Before leaving the trees today, I took this acorn off of Mattie's memorial tree. It sits in a shell like dish in my kitchen with other acorns from Mattie's tree. Mattie loved collecting acorns. In fact, he used to give them out as gifts to special friends. I carry on the tradition of collecting acorns and oh how I wish I had the boy and not the trees and acorns! 

September 5, 2025

Friday, September 5, 2025

Friday, September 5, 2025

Tonight's picture was taken in August of 2008. This was Mattie's first month in treatment. Even though we just began our journey, Mattie's art therapists realized early on that Mattie loved to create! He also loved Scooby Doo. So they traced a Scooby Doo scene onto a ceiling tile and we worked together as a family to paint in the scene. It took us several weeks, but once the finished product was done, Mattie was thrilled to see this tile up and on display in the clinic! In fact every time he went to the clinic, he always wanted to see his tile!


Quote of the day: We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations. ~ Chuck Swindoll


It is 10:20pm and I am still working. It has been a very long day. I am dealing with multiple house problems at the moment! I have a pool that is leaking an inch of water daily. The leak detection company can't come until Tuesday, but with each day that goes by the more stressed out I am getting. Mainly because I know with my luck this is going to be a huge problem. Then on top of everything else, the insurance check I was expecting to help with the renovations from the bathroom leak was lost in the mail. Finally today, I was able to get the insurance company to cancel the check and to do a direct deposit. When I think how much more can I take, life never disappoints. 

I am literally too tired to put many more words together, so I decided to share a story I read about today. Meet Angus the Cat and his adorable owner Walter. Walter is 93 years old and EVERY DAY he put Angus is a wheeled cart and takes him for a walk. It is a charming story, because it highlights the special bond between an animal and a human. Don't underestimate the love of a pet, it can help us in times of stress, anxiety, and loneliness. I know after Mattie died, I wanted to retreat from the world. I felt that the world didn't understand me and I didn't understand it. But then I got the idea of rescuing Sunny (the Australian Shepherd) and Indie (the Tortoise Shell cat). As I always used to say, I may have rescued Sunny, but it was truly Sunny who rescued me. He got me walking and interacting with people again, multiple times of day. I went from having a very insulated life, to exploring the seasons and nature again. Which is why Walter and Angus' story resonates with me, and I hope it does for you too. 


Hearts Melt Over 93-Year-Old Widower Taking Out His Senior Cat for Daily Walk


September 4, 2025

Thursday, September 4, 2025

Thursday, September 4, 2025

Tonight's picture was taken in August of 2006. We were visiting my parents in Los Angeles.... an August tradition. That day we went to Griffith Park. Mattie absolutely LOVED the little train cars that took us around the park. I can't tell you how many times we did this with Mattie over the years. One thing I never got tired of however, was seeing his reaction each and every time we were in these train cars! Life with Mattie was never boring, he filled my life with love and adventure. 


Quote of the day: You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the person who'll decide where to go. ~ Dr. Seuss


This morning, my dad's physical therapist came over for a session. It was a challenging one at that with multiple runs back and forth to the bathroom, requiring two changes of clothing. I find as my dad's Alzheimer's is progressing, keeping him regular is close to impossible. It is a fine balance of figuring out the amount of fiber and other supplements to give him daily, and just when I think I have the perfect dosage, his system changes once again. The changes can be weekly or daily. This is the typical plight of a family caregiver, which is what makes this role so stressful. As humans we like consistency and to feel in control of a situation. This is NOT possible with caregiving! The only given I know with caregiving... is things never improve. They may stabilize for a bit, until the next shoe drops. What you learn is the art of being flexible, of reading all the cues of the person you are caring for, and having patience and kindness with yourself, as you figure out next steps.  

My dad works with three different physical therapists. Today's therapist is very pregnant and her baby is due any day. For those of you who are long time blog readers know how I feel about seeing pregnant women. No matter how many years go by, it is still painful to know that others are bringing a life into the world, and yet my son is dead. Mattie never got a chance to to live past the age of 7. Is it painful to see others having a family, while mine is gone? ABSOLUTELY! But I have to admit that every time I see a pregnant mom, in the back of my mind, the question I always have is..... will this baby get diagnosed with cancer too? It may sound like an outlandish fear, but remember Mattie was carried to term, he was born healthy and happy, and did not show signs of cancer until the age of 6. Anyone who thinks childhood cancer is rare is wrong! Just ask any mom whose child has been diagnosed! To us cancer moms, childhood cancer is prevalent and a national health crisis. 

The challenges of motherhood are enormous! With extended families living all over the country, the natural network for childcare no longer exists in our neighborhoods and towns. When I was growing up, both my mom and dad's family lived in New York. Therefore, there was an extended family community that influenced my formative years. But most women today are not lucky enough to have this built in network and have to make difficult decisions.... do you work? Do you stay home and raise children full time, or do you do a combination of the two? Truly there are NO RIGHT or WRONG answers to parenting. It is a very personal decision that each mom must make given her own situation. For me, when I found out I was pregnant with Mattie, I was still in my doctoral program. So my immediate end goal was to complete my dissertation and graduate. On the day I defended my dissertation, I was offered a grade 13/14 job within the federal government to develop the agency's work life program. A program that didn't exist and they wanted me to build it from the ground up given that this agency was impressed with my dissertation research that focused on the stresses of employed caregivers. 

Given that Mattie was a baby at that time, I turned down this amazing opportunity. Do I regret it now? Well a part of me does because if I had taken this job, I would have had a whole professional network, I would have my own money, and I would have federal benefits. I would be much more financially independent and secure. Now that said, if I had taken that job, I would also have worked around the clock getting a program up and developed and would have spent very little time with Mattie. Given that Mattie died at age 7, I can't imagine how I would have felt living with the regret of not spending all this time with him. With my experience with motherhood, I wasn't given the luxury of a lifetime of love. So intuitively I made the right decision for me and I am reminded that some things are greater than money. Such as the love, bond, and undying connection between Mattie and me. 

What all of this reminds me once again is how childhood cancer has impacted my life! Even my views of pregnancy are quite different from the majority and yet my reactions though understandable to my readers (perhaps), are not socially accepted. In so many ways the emotional consequences of child loss are hard for others in my life to appreciate (even now 16 years later!) which is why in certain circumstances you will probably see me removing myself from the situation so that I don't upset those around me and that my own grief doesn't take away from the joy others may be experiencing and feeling. 

September 3, 2025

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Tonight's picture was taken in August of 2006. Mattie was four years old. That week, my parents and me took Mattie to San Diego. Mattie loved those adventures. We decided to visit the USS Midway, a retired aircraft carrier, that is now a museum. Since Mattie was fascinated by ships, planes, trains, and cars, I knew this would be right up his alley! Literally we toured many of the levels of the aircraft carrier and it gave us incredible respect for people who serve our country in this incredible manner. 


Quote of the day: Hard times don’t create heroes. It is during the hard times when the ‘hero’ within us is revealed. ~ Bob Riley



This morning in my inbox was this "on this day" memory. The beauty or frankly the scary part of computers, is they can recap your life for you. Apparently these were some highlights of my September 3rds throughout the years. 

So what are you seeing? Starting on the top left, this was where we used to live in the city. We had a townhouse in a complex with about 900 units. YES a big complex. Our building in this complex, to me, was the nicest, as it had this enclosed outdoor space. In this space Mattie learned to walk, run, bicycle ride, fly a kite, and of course drive Speedy Red. The reason why I snapped a photo of this greenery, was because we planted many of these trees in this common area. Many of them were given to us by neighbors.... because the trees were dying! However, as you can see the trees were brought back to life and were thriving in this space. Once Mattie died, all sorts of things were planted in this space such as tulips, daffodils, and crocuses. In a way it was a tribute to Mattie's memory and the love he had for this outdoor space. 

The photo of the top right is of a Dairy Queen Blizzard that I ordered in 2021. I remember this day well. It was a very busy day at our new house, with all sorts of renovations going on. On tough days, nothing perked up my mood like a Blizzard. I was first introduced to this amazing treat when we went to the beaches of North Carolina. Literally just seeing a photo of a Blizzard takes me back in time, to a better point in my life. 

The bottom left photo is my wedding bouquet. After I got married, my mom had my bouquet sealed into this dome like frame. It hung in our home for years. Then when I moved in 2023, I photographed it and said goodbye to it because the flowers literally had fallen apart. Prior to Mattie getting cancer and dying, I would say that I was very attached to things. I associated things with people, places, and memories. Certainly a part of me still feels this way, but when Mattie died, I slowly began to accept that whether Mattie's things were with me or not with me, that changed nothing! Mattie was and will always be a part of me. Things are things, memories are forever. 

The lower middle photo was of course Mattie. Mattie loved these collapsible tunnels. That day, he was walking around with the tunnel all around him, and even climbed up the stairs. Which was when I snapped that photo! 

The lower right photo, well that was our SPECIAL OAK TREE, outside our townhouse window. What made it special? It was special because it provided the leaves that Mattie's caterpillars ate every spring, before transforming into moths. Literally it was the only oak tree near us and those tent moth caterpillars ate ONLY oak! In addition, that oak tree introduced Mattie to acorns, something that he LOVED to collect! Where would we have been without that mighty oak?

So today's "on this day" was actually filled with many wonderful and at the same time bittersweet memories. As so many of my memories are now.

While in my car today, I was looking for a phone charger for my mom. I literally tore through my little storage area in the front seat looking for it. Never found it, but while cleaning out that compartment, I found a whole bunch of Mattie trinkets in my bin. Seriously I don't even remember putting them in the car. The two I want to highlight is the gold stone (top right). Mattie got that stone from his preschool. Mattie had a teacher who celebrated St. Patrick's Day with the children by putting out gold stones for them to find and collect, you know.... a pot of gold hidden where the end of any rainbow touches the earth. Mattie took finding this gold very seriously and saved every piece in his room. This piece of "gold" remains in my car even today! Mattie's preschool days were probably the happiest in my life. The other item is a little blue surf board! I almost forgot about this.... Mattie had two toy cars, each with a surf board attached to the top of it, in a tribute to his trips to Southern California. I can't tell you how much joy Mattie got from playing with those cars, and low and behold there was the surf board today. Something I hadn't seen in years! As the 16th anniversary of Mattie's death is fast approaching, I view these special finds today as messages/signs to me from Mattie. 

September 2, 2025

Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Tuesday, September 2, 2025 -- Mattie died 810 weeks ago today.

Tonight's picture was taken in August of 2005. I remember this day like it were yesterday. We were in Los Angeles visiting my parents. While driving from one place to another, we noticed that a few streets were blocked for a local fair. Given that we could see pony rides and other hands on activities, we parked the car and went to check it out. They had a little petting zoo, and as you can see my 'Farmer Brown' was in and amongst it..... checking out the goat! Mattie absolutely loved animals, adventure, and being outside in nature. I have to admit that none of these things came to me naturally, but as Mattie's mom, I would say I was a quick learner. If something interested Mattie.... it then became my interest too!


Quote of the day: You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days. ~ Alain de Botton


Chances are at some point in your life, like mine, you have faced negative life events. Events which generated bad memories. I can safely say this because we are human. As such, we share many commonalities, regardless of who we are, where we live, and our cultural background. Some feelings and emotions may be universal. That said what triggers bad memories for each of us, varies greatly. What sets me off, may not have the same impact on you and vice verse. 

What I feel is also universal is we are aware of our bad memories, these triggers, and yet at times we feel unable to control them and therefore if left unchecked they can rule our day to day living. They become all consuming and this upsets us, making us feel out of control and badly about ourselves. Afterall, don't we all want to be in control over our own thoughts and feelings? We do not want to be regulated and overtaken by our memories!

You can read any article about bad memories or triggers, and you are going to get information about the the evolutionary nature of this process. After all knowing what harms us is biologically crucial to our ability to adapt and survive. So in essence our human brain is shaped by survival challenges and these challenges get coded to help us manage life and death experiences. 

Lovely! But now a days, most of us are not threatened by a lion or tiger chasing us, we don't need to hunt for our food, and we aren't living outside in the wild. Today's threats are more psychological to some extent. The brain is still a very unexplored and understood organ, but certainly neuroscience studies have indicated that negative memories activate the brain much more intensely than positive ones! No surprise... think about..... When someone says something nice to you, you absorb it, but it slips through the crevices of our memories. Yet, what about when you receive a negative comment or feedback!? I bet that feeling STAYS WITH YOU! That on the other hand is trapped and gets filed within the recesses of our minds. You have heard the adage that you have to give someone positive feedback multiple times for it to stick? Well this isn't just a saying, the brain mechanics would back up this adage. 

Basically in the brain we have three things in play that trap in negative memories: 1) the amygdala (the structure that processes fear and threats), 2) the hippocampus (which organizes memories), and the prefrontal cortex (which interprets and contextualizes emotional experiences). This trifecta works together when negative emotions are processed and basically lock in the feeling, categorize it, and make it easily retrievable in the future. The problem is these same mechanisms that keep us safe, also keep us absorbed in negativity, which if left unchecked can produce mental health issues. 

So what do we do with all of this information? Some self help sites and clinicians discuss the importance of focusing on the positive. To retrain our minds to mitigate the impact of the negativity. You might read about cognitive reframing, mindfulness mediation (seriously if I hear about mindfulness ONE MORE SECOND, I could lose it on that topic alone) and expressive writing. All designed to help us restore balance within our memories. 

Naturally, we all have to find our own pathway forward to facing and managing memories. However, while reading this article today, how the brain purges bad memories, what resonated with me in their discussion was the notion of exposure therapy. Again not for everyone, but the basis of it is that we continue to think and face a particular trigger (certainly in a safe manner) until it no longer has control over us, instead we can sit with the memory but it doesn't trigger anxiety (or you pick the emotion). The memory doesn't rule us, we rule the memory.

Personally in my own journey with grief and trauma, I would say this is 100% correct. I have been writing for 17 years on this blog because this is an outlet for me, where I relive memories, thoughts, and feelings. It is through telling and retelling my stories and memories, that I have come to be able to live with certain realities. I am not saying this method works for everyone, but I do think it is rather pollyanna-ish to think that we can reflect on the positive/reframe/be mindful over what happened to us and this will enable us to come out bigger, better, and stronger emotionally. I think that whole philosophy sets the trauma survivor up for failure. Because each time the negative thought comes back (AND IT WILL), then the natural instinct is to view one's self as a failure. Instead, I think when dealing with a trauma and grief, we need to instead understand it takes time, patience, LOTS OF REFLECTION, and forgiveness of ourselves to know we will face many pitfalls. Not once, but over and over and over. This isn't a reflection on us... on the contrary, it is a sign that we are working on our journey and have the strength and fortitude to keep on going.   

September 1, 2025

Monday, September 1, 2025

Monday, September 1, 2025

Tonight's picture was taken in August of 2005. Mattie was three years old and was visiting my parents in Los Angeles. I remember this house very well, as it is the house we moved to when my dad accepted a job in California. Moving from New York to LA was a big adjustment for me in high school. Every aspect of day to day living is different there, yet Mattie loved the whole experience. Particularly since LA has a great deal of natural beauty and you can spend much more time outside throughout the year. That morning, Mattie took his Thomas the Tank Engine box and decided to wear it on his head.... he was attempting to be a train conductor. I am telling you life with Mattie was NEVER boring!


Quote of the day: I've noticed people often complain about the monotony of life. How sometimes every day is just like the last and they all blend together. Do they know how lucky they are? But maybe that's the problem with a smooth pleasant routine, you begin taking it for granted.  Cheryl Diamond


Today's quote resonates with me on every level. On Saturday, as my dad's physical therapist left the house, she asked me how we were going to spend this holiday weekend. My response was.... we are doing our usual weekend routine. After saying that, I then elaborated! I told her that I have learned over the years that any time you can do the ordinary, the every day routine, then that is actually a GOOD day! Because it means that all three of us are physically stable. As a caregiver to my parents, I know that any day they are alive, well, and they cognitively know who I am, then it is not just an ordinary day..... it is an extraordinary day!

This morning while getting dressed, I was listening to the radio. This particular radio show allows for people to call in questions. Questions like you expect to read in a Dear Abby column. You know the ones.... the ones that ask for advice. Today's question was from a man. He is getting married to a woman and told the audience that before he got engaged, he told his girlfriend that if they got married HE WOULD take HER LAST NAME! Not the other way around. However, now that he is engaged, he has changed his mind! He doesn't want to take her last name, he wants to keep his own name. Mind you he is making no demands on his fiancée, as he feels she should do what is best for her, as he should also do what's best for himself. 

As a traditionalist in a way, this whole conversation made me stop what I was doing this morning. I wanted to understand MORE about this man's decision making process. Unfortunately the radio show did not help its listeners explore the reasoning behind the man wanting to change his last name in the first place, instead, the radio host threw the question out to his co-hosts and asked them each to weigh in and give their opinion. I have to say that the responses varied and each one was less helpful than the one before. Truly if I was the originator of the question, after hearing this dialogue I would have been far MORE confused. 

The co-hosts felt the following:

  • One person thought it was lovely he wanted to change his name in the first place, and shouldn't be swayed by others in his life. To go with his original plan.... change his name. 
  • Another person thought the notion was a terrible idea, as the man changing his name would always be ridiculed by friends. So.... don't change your name! 
  • Then another person weighed in and said if they can't agree on this, they should make up a WHOLE new last name that they both could adopt. Meaning.... both of them should change their name!

I am interested in the history of choices and decisions! So I wanted to know the historical reason for women adopting their husband's last name? 

Turns out common law (laws that were coded in writing, but they were more often based in custom) was formed in deeply patriarchal societies. As such, laws regarding women were not only unfavorable to the female gender, they barely acknowledged its existence. Within this common law was something called coverture. “Coverture is a legal formation that held that no female person had a legal identity.” Coverture negated a female’s existence as an independent identity. As a result, her rights were severely limited. Married women could not make contracts, because they couldn’t own businesses. Married women owned nothing—not even the clothes on their backs. A female baby was covered by her father’s identity, and then, when she was married, by her husband’s. Under coverture, a husband and wife became “one” under marriage. It sounds romantic, but the ‘one’ was the husband. So it’s not that women take the last names of their husbands, which is how we think of it today—it’s that they became part of their husband. She did not exist in law, only the husband did.

These common law customs carried over from England to America during the establishment of the colonies. Though there were opportunities to formally abolish or amend coverture during the creation of the U.S. Constitution in the 1780s—Abigail Adams addressed the very matter in her “Remember the Ladies” letter to her husband, Constitutional Convention member John Adams—the first break in coverture the in U.S. didn’t arrive until the Married Women’s Property Act of 1848.

When we women think about how far we have evolved, it truly is remarkable. So in today's day and age, what is the current view point on changing one's last name in marriage..............

  • Adopting the same last name can be a way to make a clear public statement that the couple is united.
  • Some women simply prefer their partner's last name, finding it easier to spell, pronounce, or simply more aesthetically pleasing. 
  • While the tradition of changing a last name remains the most common practice for women in the U.S. who marry men, the rate of name changes has declined over the decades. 
  • Younger, educated women are significantly more likely to keep their maiden names compared to older generations, though they still make up a minority of those who keep their name. 

No where in the discussion on the radio today was the importance and significance of a name. Think about it! A name is everything! It is the first thing someone knows about us! A name equals our identity! A name may have family, cultural, and sentimental significance. Therefore, changing it in marriage can cause a bit of an identity crisis. When I got married years ago, I was still a graduate student. I was teaching classes, was involved in professional association work and other things. In those capacities, everyone knew my last name as Sardi! To this day, all the staff on the licensure board where I served as chair for almost two decades refers to me as Dr. Sardi. All my students knew me as Dr. Sardi. 

When I got married in my twenties, I suppose I was progressive, because I knew keeping Sardi as part of my name was important to me. It was important because I am proud of my Italian heritage, I realized that I did not have brothers, so in essence if I did not carry on our family name, what would happen to it? In addition, I am and always was my own person. I was born with an identity, kept this identity in all my schooling, and as a professional. Keep in mind, that if Mattie wasn't diagnosed with cancer, I am quite certain my professional life and career would have taken off and would have LOOKED much different. So in essence when Shakespeare asked what was in a name? I would disagree with him. I would say that a name is important as it helps to establish a person's true identity. So back to the radio question today..... I think changing one's name is a very personal decision that can't be decided for you by someone else and if someone truly loves you, whether you change your name or not, won't matter. They love you for you, NOT for your name.   

August 31, 2025

Sunday, August 31, 2025

Sunday, August 31, 2025

Tonight's picture was taken in August  2004. Mattie was two years old. It was our annual adventure to Los Angeles to visit my parents. That day, we took Mattie to Griffith Park! Truly an amazing park! I never went there until Mattie came into my life. He truly brought a whole new world to mine! As you can see, Mattie experienced a pony ride. These ponies were attached to a carousel and clearly not running away, nonetheless, I was still worried Mattie would get injured. I tried to be proactive and think about all possible dangers. Never thinking of course of childhood cancer. 



Quote of the day: It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do. ~ Jane Austen


I am on a mission! I now go out daily and assess the water level in the pool. You can see the tape on the left was yesterday's mark and the one on the right is today's. If you measure the difference it is close to an inch apart. Which confirms to me I have a leak. I am not sure why I did not do this weeks ago. It truly never dawned on me that it was a leak. I assumed it was evaporation due to heat and no rain. But recently my pool company has emailed me weekly telling me I needed to add more water to the pool. I was perplexed. Especially since on Thursday, I ran the hose into the pool for THREE HOURS. 

I chalk it up to juggling so much in and out of the house, that I can't be on top of everything. But when I connect the data points on anything, I can usually see a trend. I remember when I was in graduate school, studying mental health counseling, my advisor would always tell me that one of the things she loved about me was my scientific mind. Remember my first love was biology. I love thinking through a problem, and studying issues. These are good skills to have in whatever I am facing. Being a holiday weekend, I can't do anything about this leak, but I am eager for Tuesday to come so I can make an appointment to have this evaluated. 

I have had a long weekend of chores and issues, so I am signing off for tonight, but as the calendar turns over to September tomorrow, I naturally start reflecting on September 8, the day Mattie died. I don't think September will ever be a good month for me.