What Moms Like Best, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:07am
My daughter came home for Mother’s Day. Flew all the way from New Jersey to California. Happy mom. Thank you daughter. Son is working hard
My daughter came home for Mother’s Day. Flew all the way from New Jersey to California. Happy mom. Thank you daughter. Son is working hard
I want to thank you all for your help. Last Saturday, when I posted my question, on what to do about choosing a college major
I believe I may have reached a place in my parenting where I do not know what to do. Which is not to say that
Girl child is back at her job. Boy child is in the air. Fingers crossed. Until next time.
On Saturday mornings I take the liberty to write about whatever comes into my noggin. My mother always said noggin to mean head. I don’t
When I got back from the stress and confusion of my stepfather’s near-death, I dropped my bag on the counter, my keys in their dish,
I sent my daughter a package this week. She had hit a rough patch, and asked me to send a care package the way I
Seems like that moment in the year when the Ferris wheel scrapes bottom. That small instant when we wonder, “Are we going up again?’ Skies
My mother gave my daughter the necklace above. Not for Christmas, mind you. This was her Christmas present. Theory “Sasha” Cupid Tribal Black Dress. Who
Son is home. Sleeping on sheets I washed a few days ago. Despite the the joy that brings me, I am and have been for
There are some good parts of getting old. Surprisingly, it’s not old lady hair, sore hips, or sporadic visits from the Forgetter Fairy. She’s the
The weekend before Thanksgiving. Kids coming home. Steel myself for them to be flying through the air. Laundry done, clean sheets on the beds. Plumber