My mother was right, of course…
This morning, my 17-year-old son was up before 7, despite having filmed the varsity football semi final and arriving home … Continue reading My mother was right, of course…
Category: People
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I love you more…
“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…
Random thoughts on this day after Thanksgiving…
‘Twas the day after Thanksgiving, and all through the house, not a creature is stirring. Except me and my cat. … Continue reading Random thoughts on this day after Thanksgiving…
Breast up? I fail at Thanksgiving…
All my thankfulness went out of Thanksgiving when I started cooking the turkey. The first few years of my marriage, … Continue reading Breast up? I fail at Thanksgiving…
How I knew my mother loved me…
I was a latchkey kid. Daily, my sister and I biked home from school to an empty house, let ourselves … Continue reading How I knew my mother loved me…
Granny squares and gratefulness…
I was feeling unraveled this morning. I found my husband’s usual teasing banter a bit annoying but tried to be … Continue reading Granny squares and gratefulness…
The sisterhood of the traveling blow dryer…
Thursday morning, I needed the black blow dryer, the only blow dryer that is movable at the health club. “Sure, … Continue reading The sisterhood of the traveling blow dryer…
The real fabric of our lives…
I know Cotton (yes, a capital C) calls itself “the fabric of our lives” and has been using that campaign … Continue reading The real fabric of our lives…
When the day’s trouble is 6’3″…
It was the start of a good day. I’d exercised and mentally prepared for the day ahead of me, which … Continue reading When the day’s trouble is 6’3″…
A mere nineteen years ago…
Most people call me a saint. Nineteen years ago I married a widow and his four children. At the time, … Continue reading A mere nineteen years ago…
At a loss for words…
When my mother was first diagnosed with dementia, she had word-finding and organizational issues; now she has people-placing and event-remembering … Continue reading At a loss for words…
Focus on my father…
My husband made it a practice of naming his children only after he saw them face to face, and so … Continue reading Focus on my father…
Loving back words…
When I was defrocking my mother’s home this past weekend, I came across some plaques that some of us had … Continue reading Loving back words…
Lessons from My Mother: Time, Love, and Wisdom
A tribute to my mother, a woman of excellence As my siblings and I rifled through my mother’s belongings this … Continue reading Lessons from My Mother: Time, Love, and Wisdom
Memories my mother never mentioned…
Between the ages of 6 and 19, I moved often. When I was in fourth grade, my family lived in … Continue reading Memories my mother never mentioned…
This is love…
More than a dirty door that could use a fresh coat of paint, I saw love in the pair of sunglasses … Continue reading This is love…
I am Sara–without an “h” …
In desperation (and knowing I had but a few moments to write today), I thought I would try responding to … Continue reading I am Sara–without an “h” …
No can do “No Whine Wednesday”…
Mid-chapel service on Tuesday, our headmaster called out, “Mrs. Dagen, could we add to tomorrow’s announcements that we are not … Continue reading No can do “No Whine Wednesday”…
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