Henry, twenty-one years ago today I gave birth to you, and nothing was ever the same again. This morning we…
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parenting journey
The parenting road doesn’t end, it just changes, until you look back and marvel at the distances covered and the transformations that occurred along the way. Newborns turn into kids with skinned knees, adolescents become college students far from home, and one day a grown son pulls out his credit card and offers to buy you dinner. I wouldn’t have traded any of it, not even the sleepless nights. Writing is a way of remembering. Read more about my parenting journey, or browse the archive of stories below.
The other side of the sweet side
Checking my e-mail before bed the other night, I found a note from an online friend. She is a reader…
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Boys
They grow up. They leave home. And then, of course, they come back. They return bearing bags of dirty laundry,…
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Blessings
“But listen to me: for one moment, quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms all around you.” — Rumi…
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End of Summer
The other day one of my favorite fellow bloggers, Lindsey at A Design So Vast, wrote a lovely end-of-summer post. Reading…
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Walking
“What are you thinking?” I asked Henry. We were taking a last hike before he heads back to college tomorrow,…
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