If I think back on music from my childhood, The Beatles immediately come to mind. They were definitely the soundtrack of many car rides in my memory. Freshman year of high school, I remember the painful decision of which album to pick - the Red One or the Blue One. I don't remember which I … Continue reading The Beatles, my boys and a birthday
Category: aging
Preparing to die
To begin, a couple of childhood flashbacks... The first time I entered the woods with the boys who have grown to be my dearest male friends, I was convinced they were going to hurt me. It probably says something about the girl I was that I followed them to their forest fort, despite my certainty … Continue reading Preparing to die
Broken fragments and glue
"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken, and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken pieces as long as I … Continue reading Broken fragments and glue
The evolution of the girlfriend getaway
It started with a couple of stolen hours. We'd pick a date that worked for all of us, crossing our fingers for no last-minute work emergencies, sick children or childcare cop outs. Our rendezvous destination was generally somewhere in the middle - north for them, south for me. On the given day, as I put … Continue reading The evolution of the girlfriend getaway
Last Run and a good run
This past weekend may have been close to perfect. One of my favorite girls arrived prior to the snow and we settled in to an afternoon of satisfying household tasks. There was cooking, roasting and baking. A tree was agreed upon and chopped down, by me. Later, it was beautifully decorated, not by me. I … Continue reading Last Run and a good run
Moms@Work – November
Here's a summary of what I've been talking about over at my other home on the web... I had a print piece published in the Women@Work magazine. Veteran's Day was honored. Plastic surgery and the pressure to remain beautiful freaked me out! I pissed off a lot of people when I blogged about a bad … Continue reading Moms@Work – November
Taking a punch
I began my day on the floor, next to Cassidy, my tears dripping on the softest fur a dog has ever had. That's why we picked her, you know. In a litter of 11 beautiful black labs, she was different, wearing a lavender ribbon around her neck with fur that could only be described as … Continue reading Taking a punch
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