Saturday, January 31, 2009

'Tis a Gift to Be Simple

I thought maybe we could induce Karine with some low frequency sound waves. We'll let you know if it works. In the meantime, why not treat yourself to a bonsai tree.

Narcos in Honduras

This is what $225 million dollars worth of cocaine looks like. It was seized on the island of Utila. You can read the whole story, here.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Rejected Baby Names: Bob Marley Lewandowski

The world loves Bob Marley. As well it should. Bob gave to the world sweet music, positive vibrations, and an earnest affirmation that everything is going to be alright. And the world has been thanking him for it ever since. Maybe some of that well deserved good will would flow to our son if he were Bob Marley's namesake. The doors to his awesome life would surely be blown off their hinges if we name our son Bob Marley.

The name is a slam dunk except for the dreadlock factor. We do not want to in any way communicate to our son that it would be appropriate for him to grow dreadlocks. We might be sending mixed messages by naming him Bob Marley.

You can carry the message of Bob's perfect love in your heart, you can wear it on your t-shirt, but you can't wear it as your hairstyle. Not if your last name is Lewandowski. Dreadlocks are an entirely unacceptable hairstyle for people of eastern European descent. Lotta options out there for our son. Dreadlocks not one of them.

We will not be able to name our son Israel Vibration Lewandowski for the same reason.

Karine informed me that our son may not even like reggae. Yeah, right.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Baby Lew FAQ's

As I sit at home enjoying my 3rd week of pre-baby maternity leave I've had a lot of time to relax, prepare, and enjoy the end of this exciting period of my life. I've loved being pregnant for the last 9 months, and I'm excited to do it again someday- but not too soon!

I thought I'd take a few minutes to answer some of the questions we're asked most often about the pregnancy/birth of our firstborn.

Q: Are you in labor yet?
A: Nope. Not yet.

Q: Do you have any signs of labor yet?
A: My doctor hasn't "checked" me yet, so I'm not sure about the whole dialation/effacement thing yet. I do know that I've been experiencing Braxton Hicks (or as Tom likes to call them, Meyers-Briggs) contractions quite a bit lately. These painless contractions are getting my body all ready for labor. I've been feeling a bit more uncomfortable in the last 2 days, so I'll take that as a positive sign. I've also been napping quite a bit during the daytime after bouts of baking and organizing.

Q: When is Baby Lew actually due?
A: That depends on who you ask. Throughout the course of the pregnancy, we've been given several "official" due dates. These dates include Jan. 23, Jan. 25, Sometime in the last week of Jan., Feb. 2, Feb 5, and Feb. 15. This can be especially confusing for people who thought there was a specific date on which this baby is/was supposed to arrive. Based on our doctor's best guess, use of his little wheel/calculator, ultrasounds, and our own calculations, we expect him sometime in the next week.
We chose Feb. 5 to be our "official" date because it's sort of in the middle of all those dates, and yet is far enough out that we won't feel like he's really late if it's still a week after that. Please pray that this child does not adopt the Honduran laid back approach to time until after he is born.

Q: Does your doctor know what he's doing?
A: I hope so. :) Actually, he's a very experienced baby deliverer- over 3,000 here in La Ceiba! He's pretty laid back about me needing to come in often, but we're scheduled to visit again on Feb. 2. Hopefully we'll have some news then.

Q: How big is this baby?
A: According to, he's about the size of a small watermelon. I would argue for a medium watermelon.

Q: How are you going to get to the hospital?
A: On Tom's bike. He's installed a big basket on the front. It's only a quick 3 mile ride to the hospital. No- really, we'll probably take a taxi if it's between 5am-1am, as there are plenty all around town. If it's the middle of the night, we've got 3 different good friends that are happy to come and get us!

Q: Will you post news on your blog right away?
A: Our intention is to be able to share the good news as soon as we can. We'll be taking our laptop and our cell-phone modem to the hospital. We should be able to post pics and news as soon as we've got some. (Who am I kidding- Tom will be posting pics and news. I will not be blogging at that point)

Q: Do you know about all the "tricks" to make yourself go into labor?
A: As an avid internet junkie these days, I am well aware of all the "tricks" involved. I'm not too interested in eating/drinking any weird concoctions, but I've been taking walks a few times a day. I've been following the advice of my favorite pregnant-lady bulletin board. The ladies on this discussion board are full of ideas about the best ways to make a 39 week pregnant lady go into labor. I'd like to be confident that this little guy will come quickly as soon as he's ready.

Q: Are you scared about how much it's going to hurt?
A: Thanks to Discovery Health, I've seen a number of births and c-sections on tv lately. I think it's a pretty decent dose of reality. I'm bracing myself for whatever comes, but I don't really want to hear anyone else's story about how much it hurt until after the baby is here. Thanks!

Q: Do you actually have a real name picked out?
A: Tom and I are about 93% sure of a name. We'll tell you all once we see the little guy and know for sure. I hope that everyone likes it as much as we do. If you don't like it, please just pretend you do for my sanity's sake. I've heard that new mothers can be pretty emotional.

So that's what I've got. These are the most frequently asked questions, but please comment if you have other questions. I'd be happy to answer! Also, proceeds of bonsai tree sales until the due date will go to support hospital bills. Buy a bonsai today!

Family Planning

I remember a sort of goofy conversation Karine and I shared some years ago. We were exploring the flour mill ruins on the banks of the Mississippi. The light that afternoon was easy and free and we could hear the sound of the river chugging through the locks beneath us. We were feeling happy together, holding hands, walking through the ruins. It was a fine place to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine.

We entertained each other as we walked with a series of escalating goofs until we were laughing like idiots. I can’t say what it was that we laughed at, except everything. The sunshine sky was funny. The crumbling walls around us were funny. The ground beneath our feet, hilarious.

We wished we had someone to share it with. Just someone to follow us around, walk where we walked, laugh at all of our jokes about nothing, and tell us we were the funniest people alive. We were prepared to pay for this type of service.

And then we realized that we could have all that for free. We just had to have children together. And we laughed at that one for a while too.

Gilead II

I am a little obsessed right now. I’ll try not to make a habit of this sort of thing, but this passage kicked like a mule:

On taking confession:

When people come to speak to me, whatever they say, I am struck by a kind of incandescence in them, the “I” whose predicate can be “love” or “fear” or “want,” and whose object can be “someone” or “nothing” and it won’t really matter, because the loveliness is just in that presence, shaped around “I” like a flame on a wick, emanating itself in grief and guilt and joy and whatever else. But quick, and avid, and resourceful. To see this aspect of life is a privilege of the ministry which is seldom mentioned.

To live in perpetual wonder at the miracle of existence. That's the real trick, isn't it?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Oren Lavie -- Her Morning Elegance

Both Andrew Sullivan and Ze Frank posted this video today, so it must be breathtaking. The song is by Israeli songwriter Oren Lavie. I am assuming the video is his work to. He seems to be some sort of artist-genius type guy. Also, his hair is pretty sweet.

Stop motion animation with humans. Karine guesses 40,000 pictures. I think it's less. More like 4,000.

The Librarian Recommends: Gilead

Karine and I started a new tradition this year for Christmas. We exchange books. Here's the exciting part: No matter what book is given, the recipient must read it. We look forward to doing this for years to come. I see it as a tradition with high comedic potential. If Karine were to give me this book, for instance, I would have to read it. I could then retaliate by giving her this.

We'll have to wait until next Christmas to see if we start punishing each other with undesirable books. This year we each picked something we thought the other would actually enjoy. Karine did a better job picking a book for me than I did for her. She chose Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson.

This book is one of President Barack Obama's favorites. It's about fathers and sons, a topic close to his heart. Mine too. The novel takes the form of a collection of letters written from father to son in 1956. It's all in there: God, country, work, family, duty, history. The thing that blows me away though is the voice of the narrator, the father writing to his son. It reads like one long, beautiful prayer.

The father, a pastor, is dying. He's writing these letters to his seven year old son, so the boy can come to know him when he gets older. The pastor tells his son about the sermons sitting in boxes up in the attic of their house, forty-five years worth of carefully crafted pastoral guidance, sixy-seven thousand pages of handwritten sermons. Those sermons are his life's work. With the weight of all those words above his head, the pastor chooses very carefully what words he'll leave his son:
I don't write the way I speak. I'm afraid you would think I didn't know any better. I don't write the way I do for the pulpit, either, insofar as I can help it. That would be ridiculous, in the circumstances. I do try to write the way I think. But of course that all changes as soon as I put it into words. And the more it does seem to be my thinking, the more pulpitish is sounds, which I guess is inevitable. I will resist that inflection, nevertheless.
President Obama is absolutely right about this book. It's a treasure.

A word from our sponsors

You may have noticed a few changes in the upper left hand corner of our blog. We’ve decided to experiment with e-commerce. There is a fantastic place in my mind where this blog supports our family. It is a silly place, I know. But dream is not the worst thing you can have.

If you shop regularly, you can use the link on this blog to get there. We get a small commission for every item purchased. Here are some of the items that can be purchased at books, movies, gloves, fanny packs, lunch boxes, computers, plasma TVs, underpants. All that stuff.

Whenever I write about music, and I love to write about music, I will put a link to the iTunes page for that particular artist, album, or song. You can use iTunes to hear a snippet of the song. If you end up buying the song, we get a few cents.

Bonsai Trees. This one is going to be fun. The link on the upper left connects you with Bonsai Boy, the largest online retailer of bonsai trees. I have never owned a bonsai tree. But I like the idea of owning one. Karine tells me that if I make enough in commissions from selling other people bonsai trees, I can purchase one for our home. We are going to make commercials.


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Our All-American Baby

We call ourselves Americans. The term becomes problematic once you leave the confines of the nifty-fifty. It certainly has for us. We are proud to be from the United States. The problem with what we call ourselves here has more to do with nomenclature than love of country. America is a name shared by two continents. Nine-hundred million people live in the Americas. Only people from the United States call themselves Americans. The other Americans (Chileans, Mexicans, Brazilians) forgive us this curious bit of narcissism because we Americans are generally an engaging and friendly people. Also, because we share our heavy-metal, Coca-Cola, and Hannah Montana with the rest of the Americas.

I've been thinking about this sort of thing because our son is going to be born any day now. He'll be a citizen of Honduras. Karine and I are technically resident aliens. He’ll also be a citizen of the United States. This, I guess, makes him a Honduran-American or an American-Honduran. But those terms don’t really make sense outside of the United States. Here, all Hondurans are American, because Honduras is part of America.

Or is Honduran-American a classification of race rather than nationality? Is he in fact a Polish-Irish-French-English-Swedish-Norwegian Honduran-American? It’s enough to make your head spin. Well, to his parents I guess he will just be Bonsai Tree. Or Thelonious. Or Trike Obama.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Rejected Baby Names: Bonsai Tree Lewandowski

You could not find a sturdier name for a little boy. We would be proud to name our son Bonsai Tree. Bonsai trees are Japanese. And things that are Japanese are generally cool. Some cool things that are Japanese: sushi, ninjas, manga, anime, Cornelius, and this video.

The reason we are not naming our son Bonsai Tree is that we never intended to name our son Bonsai Tree. This is a fake Rejected Baby Names post. This post is a convoluted way to make an important announcement. I am embarking on a new career as a bonsai tree salesman.

All bonsai trees will be sold through my alter ego Bonsai Bob. Any questions regarding bonsai trees should be addressed to him. Thank you for your support.


Karine and I are infrequent milk drinkers. Here's the reason why. If I were a caveman I could see myself hunting down a cow with a big stick and eating it. But I can't see myself sneaking up on a cow to latch on to its udders with my lips. Could you see yourself doing that? Meat is one thing. Totally reasonable. But mamarary secretions?

In my paranoid twenties I thought the idea of of drinking animal milk products was a giant conspiracy foisted on complacent consumers by the sinister dairy industry. More recently milk has seemed like a rather strange and unnatural source of nutrition. But that was before I discovered horchata.

Horchata gives people who don't drink milk a reason to start. It is very popular here in Honduras. I drink bottled horchata at school, home, the movies, resurants, and at the gas station. Sometimes I even drink it while I am riding my bicycle!

But my favorite horchata is what I make at home. Start with two tablespoons of Don Julio's Horchata mix in a tall glass. Add milk and cubed ice, stir with a bendy straw, and finish with a napkin sweater. I use Leyde milk. Its the best milk we have found in La Ceiba. Its easy to find because its the only brand that has a cow with blonde hair on the package.

It tastes like almonds, cinnamon, and vanilla. It's just about the best flavor that's ever hit your lips. I am a very satisfied customer. Every single time.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

January Rains

Sometimes it rains here in La Ceiba. Sometimes it rains quite a bit. Today is an absolutely perfect day: sunny, bright, breezy, and fresh. Not so much last night after the circus. Finding a taxi after the show was, well, a bit of a circus.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Circus Renato

We found the circus. I really liked the camels. I didn't think I would like the camels so much. Karine liked the motor bikes driving around in the Sphere of Death.

And, finally, the Sphere of Death. This took place about ten feet away from our faces.

The Greatest Show on Earth in Honduras.

Karine spotted an elephant on the back of a flat bed truck yesterday. This is unusual. The truck was following a tiny little car with all kinds of clowns sticking out the windows. There was also a truck with some tigers.

We're pretty sure the circus is in town. We love the circus.

Karine tried to follow the tiny clown car to find out where the circus was. But she couldn't waddle fast enough. There is a circus somewhere in La Ceiba. I just need to find it.

Stay tuned.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Baby Name Rejects: Thelonious Lewandowski

I don't think Karine would be opposed to naming our son after one of the great musical geniuses of the twentieth century. But Thelonious would be a pretty tough sell. What would we call him for short? Onious?

This business of naming our child is starting to get a little intense.

Thelonious Monk

Monk was a little eccentric. He used to get off his piano bench during solos and do a little dance. No one else in jazz is really known for doing that. The spirit moved Monk to dance in funny little circles while his bandmates played on. It made sense to him.

He toured the states in 1971 with bassist Al McKibbon and and drummer Art Blakey. These guys had known each other for twenty years. Monk didn't talk to either one of them the whole tour. McKibbon remembers the tour years later: "On that tour Monk said about two words. I mean literally maybe two words. He didn't say 'Good morning', 'Goodnight', 'What time?' Nothing." After the tour ended Monk said that he couldn't speak because McKibbon and Blakey were too ugly.

Here's the mad scientist at work in Paris, 1966.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Barack Obama Sandoval Fajardo

I wasn't goofing around when I wrote about Obama's name having a little shine these days.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Great Albums for Sad Times

I think if there was a wrestling tournament between different forms of art, music would win. I'm talking about sculpture versus oil painting. Finger painting versus ballet. Poetry versus digital animation. Full on double elimination wrestling tournament. They final match is between architecture and music. Music wins.

When you listen, music actually goes inside your body and moves stuff around. Somehow music vibrates your eardrums in such a way that you feel it in your heart. That is downright magical.

I am a lover of albums. From cover art to lyrics to the feel of one song flowing into the next, an record album is a real humdinger of a work of art. Here are some albums that I love. I have been listening to them a lot lately. These are some sad albums. But they make me feel better. I guess a great album can be like a trusted friend laying a hand on your shoulder and saying Hey, man. I know what you feel, with the most beautiful voice imaginable. Sometimes that's exactly what you need to hear.

John Lennon -- Plasitic Ono Band -- 1970
John Lennon - John Lennon / Plastic Ono Band (Remastered)

This is the first record that John did after the Beatles broke up. He was a little pissed. There is a lot of raw emotion in these songs. That's an understatement. This is one of the best sounding albums I have ever heard in my life.

Me'Shell Ndegeocello -- Bitter -- 1999
Me'Shell Ndegeocello - Bitter

As far as I can tell this is an album about a relationship that went really, really, really bad. There's infatuation, love, and finally betrayal. If you've never heard Me'Shell sing you are missing something very special and very rare.

Beck -- Sea Change -- 2002
Beck - Sea Change

This album was written after Beck got dumped by some gorgeous woman. Beck is a genius so he worked through his feelings by creating an absolute masterpiece.

Bright Eyes -- Fevers and Mirrors -- 2000
Bright Eyes - Fevers and Mirrors

This one is a little bit over the top in its emotional rawness. But sometimes a little over the top is exactly what you need. Connor Oberst grew up in Omaha, Nebraska. That alone makes him awesome. He is also an exceptionally gifted lyricist and tunesmith. The voice of his generation, some say. That makes him awesomer.

Stevie Wonder -- Innervisions -- 1973
Stevie Wonder - Innervisions

Whatever problem you may have, Stevie understands. He understands better than you do. He knows where you've been and he knows where you are going. And he knows that everything is going to be okay.

Awesome Hair -- Awesome Brain: Michel Foucault

Sometimes hair can be awesome in its absence. Compare the two pictures of French intellectual giant Michel Foucault below. Do I even have to ask which hairstyle is more awesome? And his brain? This guy was really ridiculously smart. He was like the Chuck Norris of thought. His work systematically proves that no one really has a clue what is really going on. He makes Malcom Gladwell sound like a confused child. Foucault actually knocked someone unconscious once by thinking something at him.

Foucault has been one of my number one guys for a long time. His life and work are absolutely facinating. I recommend Discipline & Punish: The Birth of the Prison as his most accessible work. His History of Sexuality is a little more difficult. But it does explain fairly clearly exactly why everything you think you know about sex is wrong. The Order of Things: An Archaeology of the Human Sciences, which explains absoluetly everything, reads like backwards upside-down Chinesse toaster blueprints. I do not recommend it because I have no idea what he is talking about.

Do not confuse Michel Foucualt with this man. This is French soccar star Zinedine Zidane. He knocked a man unconscious during the 2006 World Cup Final by ramming him in the chest with his forehead. Zinadine Zidane is also awesome.

Everybody Loves Vampires

We finally made out to the movies here in Honduras. At any given time there are four movies showing in La Ceiba's two theaters. Right now all four movies are good. Twilight, Valkarie, Tropic Thunder, and Marley & Me. I'd be happy to see all of these. But with Karine's ants-in-the-pants syndrome we rarely go see movies at the theater.

After some pleading I convinced Karine that we should see Twilight at the mall. She read all the books. I read the first one. The spanish translation of the title is Crep├║sculo. I thought the movie was going to be Craptaculo, but it was really quite good. We liked the haircuts that all the vampires had and we liked their outfits. We especially liked the emo soundtrack.

The best part of the movie for us was the audience participation. The romanic climax of the movie is where Bella and Edward kiss for the first time. Their lips slowly move toward each other. Edward warns Bella not to move. It was pretty exciting for us. We didn't know if Edward, who is a vampire, was going to freak out and bite Bella's face off, or what. As their lips come together, some guy in the back of the theater cries out. His timing is perfect. "GOOOAL!!!!!" The whole audience burst into laughter.

Say what you want about theater etiquette. I know shouting at the screen is generally frowned upon in the states. But Karine and I had a richer, more memorable experince because of the guy in the back of the theater. Thank you unknown Honduran jokester!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Baby Name Rejects: Obama Lewandowski

Baby names are trending toward Irish surnames in a big way. It all started with Connor. Connor used to be a last name, usually the last name of somebody named Tim or Meghan. Now every kindergarden class has a Connor or two. Its the twentieth most popular name for little boys born in 2008.

So now the floodgates are open. McGregor, McGill, McDuff, McFadden, McDuck. Any and all available Irish surnames are now fair game. Thousands of people who are not Irish are giving their children Irish last names as first names. It is a trend without limits. Where will it go next?

We thought maybe Africa. African surnames are lyrically beautiful. Breathtaking, some of them. Obama certainly has a certain shine right now. Obama Lewandowski. Other African surname candidates: Achebe Lewandowski, Ngugi Lewandowski, Mandela Lewandowski.

If we had a less flavorful last name these African surnames would work just fine. They'd be serious contenders. But Lewandowski is a mouthful by itself. So we are officially disqualifing all African surnames.

Can't help but giggle...

As I get bigger, my clothes look a little different each time I wear them. Today, every time I've passed the mirror, I can't help but think that in my polka-dot shirt, it looks like I've swallowed a giant polka dot.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Remembering Anne

Its raining here in Honduras the morning I write these words to send comfort to my loved ones so far away. We would be with you if we could. But our son has other plans. We are waiting for him to enter the world and it could be any day now. When he is old enough I will tell him about his Aunt Anne, whose life we celebrate today.

I’ll tell him first how much I used to bother his aunt when she was a teenager. I used to sneak into her room after she left for school in the morning and listen to her Def Leopard and Run D.M.C. tapes. While I was standing in her room singing along I looked at all the pictures on the walls. These were pictures of really cool things. Because they were in Anne’s room. I risked her wrath to go through her stuff in the morning because anything she had was something worth knowing about.

I tell my son how I shaped my identity based on what I thought Anne would think was cool. She wore a jean jacket with little circular buttons on the lapel, I would do the same. I stole my sisters shoes and wore them to school. On more than one occasion. She was friends with boys who skateboarded. I would get a skateboard. I would get a flop haircut. Or at least comb what hair I had over my eyes in an approximation of a flop. I would look just like them. Because Anne thought they were cool. And the definition of cool was whatever Anne thought was cool.

Anne went off to school and I was left to figure out what was cool on my own for a few years. That didn’t work out very well for me, so I decided to follow Anne to college. She went to St. Ben’s and married a Johnnie named Jon. Anne told me that Jon lived on the fourth floor of St. Thomas Hall his freshman year at school. This she said, was the cool floor. And so it was. I met my best friend in the dorm room next door. He introduced me to my wife at the end of our freshman year.

I’ll tell my son these stories and hundreds more. This is just a small sample of Anne’s superpowers. I’ll tell him how Anne gave me three-hundred dollars one Christmas to buy presents for the rest of the family, so they wouldn’t think I was a deadbeat. This is not a loan, this is the kind of thing our dad would do, she told me.

I’ll tell him how much his aunt Anne would have liked to meet him in person. I know that she did, because she told me so. I told her that she was going to see him, that she was going to see everything. Because we know, in my family, that when someone leaves, they are never really gone. You just have to know where to look for them. That’s the trick.

So we’ll tell our little guy that if he wants to see aunt Anne’s smile, he can watch his uncle Jon play with his cousin Christopher. He’ll find it there. On two faces at once. If he wants to hear Anne’s laughter, he can tell a joke to his aunt Karen. He’ll hear Anne’s laugh. If he wants to understand Anne’s determination, he can go fishing with his Uncle Doug and his cousins Sam and Natalie. They’ll come home with monsters or a minnows, but they won’t give up. If he wants to hear Anne’s voice, he can listen to one of grandma’s stories.

He’ll find his aunt Anne in all of those places. But what I really want him to do is to look for his aunt in me. I want him to see me working as hard as she did to let her children know how much she loved them. I want him to see me doing all the things that Anne did to make those around her feel valued and important. I want him to see her in me everyday.

And I want him to ask me to tell stories about my big sister, Anne. I love telling stories about her. I stopped stealing her shoes and wearing them many years ago. But she is still my hero. He’ll see the light of her eyes shining through mine as I remember her. And he’ll be able to find her in that sparkle.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Sweet Deal

Tom took a bike ride up the river this morning and came back with a banana tree in his backpack. The great thing about living next to a rainforest is that there are millions of plants to take clippings of. Tom just wanted to give this one a new home in our front porch.

While he was re-potting, a kid around 10 years old came down the street selling cotton candy. People often walk down our street selling stuff: bananas, window screens, brooms, hammocks, fish, ice cream, and occasionally cotton candy. The boy saw Tom working out front, and this was the conversation (translated from Spanish) that I overheard from inside the house:

Cotton Candy Kid: Hey- buy some cotton candy from me.
Tom: No, Thanks.
CC Kid: Come on! Buy some. 10 Lempira (roughly 50 cents).
Tom: No, Thanks.
CC Kid: Why?
Tom: It's a little early in the morning for cotton candy.
CC Kid: You don't have to eat it now. You can save it for later.
Tom: (pauses, considering the kid's logic) Okay.
(Hands over 10 Lempira and takes his pink cotton candy).

Here's a picture of Tom, his new banana tree, and our faithful dog, Ruby.

Friday, January 16, 2009

The Lewandowski Kids

The length of my hair here tells me this was Christmas 2005. We were at Anne and Jon's house in the Uptown area in Minneapolis. It was such a nice little house they had over there. I know. I lived their for a while. So did Karen. Happy memories.

Tom Lewandowski, Karen Lewandowski Roesner, Anne Lewandowski Notch, Doug Lewandowski

Thank You

Thank you to everyone who has been sending kind words, thoughts, and prayers to us and our family through emails, our blog, and also through Anne's Caring Bridge website. We truly feel surrounded by love and support.

We just wanted you all to know that we're doing alright here, and we've spent the past 2 days remembering Anne together. We've found comfort in being together, reflection, and in some good old-fashioned comfort food.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Anne Lewandowski Notch

My big sister died tonight. She fought an unbeatable cancer like a champion. We will all miss her so much. She has been my hero since I was very, very small.

Anne Lewandowski Notch
August 13, 1974 -January 14, 2009