For my 18th birthday I received my first pair of diamond earrings. They were a gift from my boyfriend, (his father was a jeweler), and the .25 carat stones were considered "perfect." I loved those earrings years longer than I loved that boyfriend. 4 or 5 years after I was given those studs, I lost … Continue reading Down a stud. Again.
Category: birthdays
Not all heroes wear uniforms, not every prince has a throne
Today is my brother's 50th birthday. I know I've said it before, but my brother has been the one constant in my life. This doesn't mean that we didn't have our times of conflict. I recall darts being thrown at my feet to encourage me to vacate his room and spats over typical sibling bullshit, … Continue reading Not all heroes wear uniforms, not every prince has a throne
Words that moved me during year 47
Another year around the sun complete. Some words which moved me - to smile, to laugh, to think, to cry. Life is full. Times passes quickly. Each day is a gift.
My just deserts
We celebrated a birthday this week, in a fairly low-key fashion. While I generally write a birthday piece and devote it to the celebrant, I struggled with a cohesive message when it came to my middle son's birthday and a litany of pithy observations and attributes just felt forced. You see, he is, as my … Continue reading My just deserts
On the edge of 17
It’s been almost 17 years since I became a parent. Impossible. When my water broke 5+ weeks before my due date, I remember feeling more excited than nervous, confident that my baby would be healthy and hearty. The unusually warm temperature (a record, it turned out) seemed a positive beacon and I went to the … Continue reading On the edge of 17
The Beatles, my boys and a birthday
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
Fly me to the (Jake) Moon
For this year's birthday dinner, I wanted something lowkey. I simply wanted a good meal in a place I could enjoy with my boys. After consulting with The Wine Consultor and talking tables with Table Hopping's Steve Barnes, Clarksville's Jake Moon came out ahead as the crowd favorite. I made a reservation. On Saturday evening … Continue reading Fly me to the (Jake) Moon
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