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…
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…
The day my husband and I became grandparents our children began to parent us. It was quite humbling. It began … Continue reading Humbled by love…
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…
I have never been more thankful that I gave up teaching than I am today. If I were a teacher, I … Continue reading When work is the escape…
This is what my daughter posted to make the announcement of her first pregnancy Facebook official: Since she posted it … Continue reading It’s Facebook official…
I have issues with braking. Back in the early days of our marriage, as I would — rapidly — approach a … Continue reading Hurry up and stop…
This week, my son played what could be his final baseball game. Certainly, he played his final game of high school, … Continue reading Packing it all in…
“Let me see. If Adam is turning 18 today, and I was X when he was born. Then X + … Continue reading When your youngest turns 18…
Florida weather must confuse plants as much as it confuses my immune system. Series of warm, humid days are suddenly wrenched … Continue reading When flowers bloom in winter…
I’m not sure if my son sees only what he wants to see or if he truly doesn’t notice the … Continue reading The quiet of Christmas…
It was now or never. If I didn’t get the outside Christmas lights up this weekend, I knew I wasn’t … Continue reading Mosquitoes in December and more excuses…
“I love you.” “I love you, too,” said my 17-year-old son, just before he opened the car door. “I know.” … Continue reading I love you more…
When asked what I wanted for my birthday in August, I said “just a pedicure” and got the go ahead … Continue reading Like a pedicure in winter…
For the life of me, I can’t remember how I came to this conclusion with my Algebra IA students several … Continue reading Jesus is in the equation…
Last week, Adam’s big moment coincided with one of my irritating ones–we both got our driver’s licenses. For him, it … Continue reading “Stars upon thars!”
To my fellow parents, I find it hard being both a morning person and a parent of a teenager. I … Continue reading Care and keeping of teenagers…
When my five children were young and we ventured into public, well-meaning older women would smile at whatever delights or … Continue reading Last lasts…
My son is mere months away from getting his real license. As we near that date, he is insisting on … Continue reading Driving Miss Crazy…