My baby turns 21 today
Parenting is a full-contact sport, a risky business, an often thankless task, and my greatest joy and still-in-progress accomplishment. Continue reading My baby turns 21 today
Category: memories
As a result of her death, the missing begins
She will miss wrinkles and arthritis, her daughters marrying, her grandchildren growing, and getting old with her husband. And we will all miss her. Continue reading As a result of her death, the missing begins
It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
Had he lived, he would have celebrated his 50th birthday this year. As of today, he has been dead more days than he’d been alive. Continue reading It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
Delight in the opposition…
My friend’s husband was in the midst of an ugly political race. To encourage her, I shared my son’s perspective: Delight in opposition. Continue reading Delight in the opposition…
A matter of perspective…
I couldn’t help but feel sorry with him for the years he had wasted. And recognize my own years wasted on insecurities, when I might have simply chosen a different frame. Continue reading A matter of perspective…
The Scrooge of summer…
Ah, the 4th of July, when you celebrate in hot, buggy humidity along with everyone else and their brother’s vehicle on the road. Yay. Or bah humbug. Continue reading The Scrooge of summer…
He is my brother still…
I was content with an “out of sight, out of mind” relationship with my brother — until he broke his neck. Continue reading He is my brother still…
Was this an unredeemable moment?
What kind of person can leave behind a tampon in a shower? Did it fall out, unnoticed? (Not bloody likely.) Continue reading Was this an unredeemable moment?
Black Friday matters…
In years past, I hustled to Walgreens on Thanksgiving morning with the sole purpose of buying a local newspaper — … Continue reading Black Friday matters…
Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
Am I the only one on American soil who isn’t thankful for Thanksgiving? The turkey cooks my goose every year as … Continue reading Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
When furniture shows your age…
When you have lived in one house for years and years, you don’t need much in the way of furniture. … Continue reading When furniture shows your age…
The end of the twin era…
I always wanted twins until I got four children at one time. When I was young, I played with my … Continue reading The end of the twin era…
How our Mitsubishi van became blue…
As I was entering my daughter’s new-to-her minivan yesterday, I noticed something. “Ah! It has a sunroof,” I stated. It … Continue reading How our Mitsubishi van became blue…
When you replace people with possessions…
I have spent the weekend denuding a room. I emptied the room of all its contents minus the large furniture … Continue reading When you replace people with possessions…
Once an English teacher, always an English teacher…
I had carefully planned and shopped and done everything in my power to avoid shopping on Christmas Eve. When our … Continue reading Once an English teacher, always an English teacher…
Dancing with my son…
I dreaded the dance. I saw it as an awkward mother-son performance in front of a room of spectators, but of … Continue reading Dancing with my son…
Will the real mechanic please stand up?
My only daughter was having an emergency C-section, but my oldest son was getting married and we were driving to … Continue reading Will the real mechanic please stand up?
A camera blinded by the light…
I woke up this morning fully intent on attending church. Sundays are generally awkward because my husband has to work … Continue reading A camera blinded by the light…
