Tension. Anxiety. Worry. My own load is invisible, but it’s definitely been taking a toll. This week I learned that…
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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 Shallows
It is August and the goldenrod is in bloom alongside the road. Last night, I lay in bed, windows opened…
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Parents Day
You’d think I would be used to it by now, the simple fact that my children have grown up. Yet…
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Logistics
I promised Henry that if he took a job working as a counselor and pianist at a remote music camp…
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Fireworks
I dug the fire pit out in our yard five years ago, the week we moved into the old red…
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Hello, good-bye
There were lots of ribbons and bows. But it wasn’t about the gifts. It was about the pure, untrammeled beauty…
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