I’ve had the idea for a while now that these last few years have been all about change, and…
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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.
present moment
They are home at last, both sons. And I’m perched here at the kitchen table, for about two brief minutes…
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How we play the game
“It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.” I know from long experience as…
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Easter
It is still dark, misty-foggy, the velvet sky reminiscent of so many other Florida dawns. Sunrise comes late on the…
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Spice of Life
They have a few things in common, my sons. There were a couple of years there when backyard baseball, MLB…
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Mad Men
I remember shaking a bit as I told the librarian that she could call my mother. Twelve years old, I…
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