Unpacking

Returning home from a two week vacation with your 16 y/o son on the same day your 22 y/o son temporarily moves back home for a couple of months, is not something I recommend. Especially when your older son’s style of packing doesn’t involve boxes or any real sense of organization. While my trip was … Continue reading Unpacking

Final west coast night

It has been a wild and incredible couple of weeks. My son and I have seen things we both always, yet never, imagined. I guess, maybe, life is like that - there are things you anticipate and others you can never expect. It seems all one can do is roll with it with as much … Continue reading Final west coast night

Shiny, happy people

“You’re glowing” they said. I’ve heard that a lot recently and I’ve even recognized it myself. My eyes look tired, yet excited. My smile feels easy and I’ve sincerely tried to master keeping my head (on) straight and directly face the camera lens. I just look kinda shiny, in a good way. My radiance, for … Continue reading Shiny, happy people

Questioning Independence

Simply stated, I was raised to be independent. From the alarm clock I received for my 6th birthday, a gift which communicated that I was to get myself up and to school without my mother’s help, to the lack of parental involvement when I crashed and burned academically in high school, I knew I was … Continue reading Questioning Independence

Blue x 3 = Silver

Was it me, or did Mother’s Day this year seem...I don’t know, weightier than usual? I found the phrase “Happy Mother’s Day” being tossed about like confetti and I’m guilty of sprinkling about a handful or two of those sincere wishes myself. It’s seems so long ago, my first Mother’s Day. 1997. I guess that makes … Continue reading Blue x 3 = Silver

Reasons why my sons don’t like me

It seems appropriate on Labor Day to share ten reasons the fruits of my labor(s) take issue with me - today and every day. Because...I am self centered and only think of myself.* I didn’t teach them to drive.While I don’t want them to struggle or fail, I want them to figure it out. They … Continue reading Reasons why my sons don’t like me