When I was a child I often heard about my Oma with whom my mother had a strained relationship. The complaint my mother frequently made was that Oma treated her sons and daughters very differently. Sons were useful and contributed to the family’s existence and thus were to be indulged, while daughters were primarily useful … Continue reading So mothers be good to your daughters too
Category: family
Easter – a new covenant
When I was a child, Easter meant a new dress and shoes, chocolate for breakfast and ham for dinner and maybe an egg hunt. Those were good days, but there was never a better Easter than the one I had this year. The day started with mass in the magnificent cathedral in Neustadt. This was … Continue reading Easter – a new covenant
I travel to
Eat and drink Get away Gain perspective Be alone Find myself See new things Spend time with family Experience a different way of life How about you?
Deutschland, 2017
As our long awaited trip approaches, Quinn and I are both getting excited for our upcoming adventure. I'm kind of impressed with this kid's pick for his Mom & Me adventure - the Black Forest and Berlin, with a 2 day pit stop in Nuremberg, on my request, to break up the drive. This will … Continue reading Deutschland, 2017
The right things
The schedule my boys’ dad and I share is probably unique, but it’s been working for all of us for more than 5 years. There’s a good bit of back and forth for the guys, with them generally spending no more than two consecutive nights in either house but, since our two houses are literally … Continue reading The right things
Breaking (bad) boys
Is it just my kids who seem to break the most random household stuff? I'm not talking about the odd dish or glass, I'm talking about entire hanging racks of stemware, furniture and Sheetrock walls. I mean, how do they do it? The most recent thing to be destroyed in my home is a wall … Continue reading Breaking (bad) boys
NYC observations
It's a weird February when the snow drops are in bloom and the daffodils are already 5" high in Central Park. Speaking of things that are a weird height, the cool guys were all wearing pants that we would have called "floods (short for floodwaters)" back in the day. Lots of exposed ankles. In general, … Continue reading NYC observations
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