On a sunny day, not unlike some of the ones we’ve enjoyed this week, my water broke and labor began for my second child. Neither of these occurred with any haste – it was more a leak than a gush and the progress of my contractions was painfully (literally) slow. When my red-faced, bald-headed baby … Continue reading My mythical beast turns 16
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Unforgettable lessons
There are books that I read which are impossible to put down, a recent example being The Girl on the Train. I was so eager to find out what really happened that I refused to stop reading until I finished the book. I was neither disappointed, nor regretful of my decision to push on until … Continue reading Unforgettable lessons
I never imagined
On our 15th wedding anniversary, my husband and I had a special dinner at a restaurant on Martha's Vineyard. The meal was a bit of a disappointment, but the company was good. After we had finished our meals and were somewhere between entrée and dessert, our wedding song came on over the restaurant's speakers. I … Continue reading I never imagined
Take a walk on the child side
Last evening, after finally coming to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to take a run, I decided to take a walk instead with Jeter. I made my usual offer to the boys to see if they cared to join me but was met by their usual response - no, thanks. I got … Continue reading Take a walk on the child side
Advantage – taken or given?
Eleanor Roosevelt once said that "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." Do you think we can apply this logic in a broader sense to situations in which we feel advantage has been taken of us? Do we somehow give permission to people to take advantage of us? There are particular incidents … Continue reading Advantage – taken or given?
Love, me
Don't even approach my body unless you've first been between my ears. I'm 48, not 18. True love isn't roses and chocolate. It's starting my car on a winter's morning or bringing home pizza on a Friday night. Love is buying me the Sunday paper on Saturday so I don't have to go outside on … Continue reading Love, me
Black (and blue) ice
My run Sunday came at a price - more specifically, the knee of my oldest running tights and a little skin on both my palm and my knee. Jeter and I had gotten a later start at the golf course than I had hoped, and by the time we completed the back nine and were … Continue reading Black (and blue) ice
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