Many years ago, Quinn was described by his grandmother as formidable. She was so right, he most certainly is. There are some other words that can be used to describe my forever baby boy - relentless, sweet, affectionate and funny. In honor of his 10th birthday, please let me share a few moments and memories … Continue reading A decade of the mighty Quinn
Category: birthdays
Down a stud. Again.
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.
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
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