I can't believe (s)he's late! Midnight is more than reasonable a curfew! I'm so annoyed. Give an inch, they take a mile. I hope there wasn't an accident. Were there drugs at that party?!? You can't even text? Why can't you text? Are you injured? Did you forget your keys? Are you outside too hesitant … Continue reading What parents think when their kid doesn’t make it home by curfew
Category: Boys
Things I miss
The smell of my babies. There’s nothing like the fragrance of a newborn baby. Snow. This winter just feels a bit barren without it. Sleep uninterrupted by bathroom visits, drenched sheets and work related stress. Puppy breath. Evenings spent at home. Eating with abandon – an entire pint of Cherry Garcia, burgers actually on buns, … Continue reading Things I miss
Holidaze 2015
Despite having sent out 95 holiday cards, I still feel as if the holidays passed by without nearly enough time for me to make contact with all of the people I had hoped. Shit, I guess I can say the same thing about the entire year. Sometimes I think that TIME is the ultimate 4-letter … Continue reading Holidaze 2015
Christmas (being) present
I didn't make the homemade cinnamon rolls like I did last Christmas. This year I banged open a can instead and, honestly, I think the boys enjoyed them almost as much. It was a fair compromise and followed our simple ham dinner from the eve before perfectly. We were all relaxed and able to enjoy … Continue reading Christmas (being) present
I need (to have) a dog
Two years ago, we let our 12 year-old lab, Cassidy, go. She made it clear that day when she laid down on the cold, snowy sidewalk and refused to get up, that it was time and she was ready. To this day, I so appreciate that she clearly communicated her need to be done to … Continue reading I need (to have) a dog
My dead body
I’ve long known that when I die, I want to be cremated. It doesn’t make sense to me to take up space in the ground of our already crowded Earth. As a matter of fact, I’d rather not have my remains contained to an urn, either. I’ve already asked my three sons to divide my … Continue reading My dead body
My plate is full
Thanksgiving has once again come and gone leaving behind a turkey carcass and the promise of homemade soup. The boys were with their dad and his large family on Thursday. I sent them off with a loaf of freshly baked bread, content to spend the morning tramping around the golf course with Jeter gathering bittersweet … Continue reading My plate is full
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