When I was in my third trimester of my pregnancy with my son, just about 19 years ago, I went a little crazy in my nesting phase. I washed the precious baby clothes several times in anticipation of the baby’s arrival. (more…)
I continue to think life will slow down, that I won’t always be on the run. I continue to be wrong. So very, very wrong. Instead of slowing down, I’ve gone and ramped things up again. I have a bad habit of doing that.
Are you tired of spending hours hiding Easter eggs only to have the kids find them in a few minutes? Have you run out of creative ways to deceive your children and frustrate their fun on Easter morning?
Your troubles are now over! Just in time for your family Easter celebration comes the most exciting Easter innovation since colored plastic grass. (more…)
A couple of years ago I wrote about the picture my family had received of my dad on the last day of his life. Today marks the 11th anniversary of his death. It seems fitting to share this post again. I think about and miss my dad every single day, but my thoughts about him are all happy ones.
Grief is a funny thing, though. Like a quiet cat slinking around the dark corners of a room, grief quietly purrs in the shadows, barely audible, and then will then take you by surprise and pounce on you when you didn’t even know it was nearby. I think you have to let it sit there with you for a while, heavy on your chest. It eventually finds its way out and life resumes. Sort of.
I thought I’d be okay with this. I thought I’d been encouraging my child’s independence his whole life in part to prepare him for life as a productive adult but also to prepare me for his launch into adulthood. I’ve heard all about the Empty Nest Syndrome, all about the benefits and sense of loss for parents when their babies fly the coop. What I have heard NO ONE say is that many teenagers leave, for all practical purposes, years before they go to college or leave home at 18. (more…)
All characters appearing in this work are not fictitious but the author wishes they were. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely intentional.