
Last week my fifteen-year-old laughed at seeing her breath one morning as she scraped frost off her the windshield of the car. For the first time. My pleasure came from the pure, uncensored delight of that laugh. She’s a teenager. … Continue reading
Last week my fifteen-year-old laughed at seeing her breath one morning as she scraped frost off her the windshield of the car. For the first time. My pleasure came from the pure, uncensored delight of that laugh. She’s a teenager. … Continue reading
I kissed my hubby goodbye February 15th. He’s on a mission to intercept his father and SURPRISE him for his 75th birthday.The kicker? His father’s in PARIS on a weekend trip with his girlfriend. And he doesn’t know his son’s about to surprise … Continue reading
My twelve-year-old posed this question. With the days of the sparkly Valentine’s box and confetti-decorated, pink cupcakes mostly behind us, I pondered my own questions. Who is this boy? What is he like? What does it mean to be someone’s … Continue reading
I accidentally hit speed dial the other day. To my grandmother. She’s been dead now 4-5 five years. Seems impossible. You’d think I’d clean up my phone. Remove the speed dials that don’t work anymore. But I can’t. I love … Continue reading
My soon-to-be-sixteen-year-old daughter is gearing up for a boyfriend upgrade. I must confess I liked version 1.0. Despite the fact that he ate only Mac-N-Cheese and Mac-without-the cheese, I was sad to see this gentlemanly scholar-athlete parked in the friend … Continue reading
I have a habit of making everything more complex than need be. Parenting, writing, dinner. You name it. I over-analyze it, over-write it, over-cook it, before—if I’m lucky—finding the simple, elegant, less time-consuming approach. And let’s face it, we’re … Continue reading
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