Home is where my sister is
Some people talk behind other people’s backs. I merely write behind their backs… I would prefer to write only about … Continue reading Home is where my sister is
Category: family
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
A special moment in the midst of sorrow that made me smile…
In the midst of losing my oldest sister and mourning her too-early passing, I found joy. One special moment, especially, in the midst of my sorrow made me smile. Continue reading A special moment in the midst of sorrow that made me smile…
3 reasons why I didn’t watch Super Bowl 2017 on Sunday…
Why, you ask? Three reasons: Adam, Ben, and Steve. (Son, son, and husband.) Continue reading 3 reasons why I didn’t watch Super Bowl 2017 on Sunday…
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
When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
My oldest sister is dying save a miracle. The doctors declared her “terminal.” Her organs are shutting down. She has no hope for recovery. Continue reading When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
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…
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…
When we fail to use the tools we have…
“Desperate times call for desperate measures”? Why not avoid desperate times by using the tools you have now? Continue reading When we fail to use the tools we have…
The goal of parenting…
I hadn’t realized until it happened that having one of my children host the holiday meal was a goal of parenting. Continue reading The goal of parenting…
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…
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…
Attempting “The Glad Game’…
The past week, the health club has blocked off the beautiful new showers for tile repair, and we women have … Continue reading Attempting “The Glad Game’…
Of mice and men (or when you give a mouse a cookie)…
I call my husband’s truck “the mouse,” and now he does, too, at least every time he has to buy … Continue reading Of mice and men (or when you give a mouse a cookie)…
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…
Why I love my hair stylist…
I married into my hairdresser, much the way I’d married into four children when I married my husband nearly 21 … Continue reading Why I love my hair stylist…
The problem with one-sided conversations…
My husband and I left for a semi-spontaneous, brief beach vacation, leaving our 19-year-old son at home with his college … Continue reading The problem with one-sided conversations…
No news is no news…
It was after 9:30 before I decided I should at least try to sleep, but knowing my husband was driving … Continue reading No news is no news…
