O k,” I said to my family, “I have a question.” We were halfway through dinner at my parents’ house…
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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.
Happy parents, happy kids
C ould I be happier? Could I have a happier child? Ever asked yourself these questions? I certainly have. Indeed,…
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“Handling the Truth”–the perils and pleasures of memoir (and how to win this book!)
I don’t quite remember how Beth Kephart and I first met; it feels as if we’ve been friends forever. More…
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A moment of silence
I had a whole month’s worth of blog posts planned out. I was going to give you a little tour of…
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A healing journey
Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to learn ~ Pema Chodron We looked at…
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Peonies
The peonies at our house bloomed this week, bursting onto the scene with the fanfare of a chorus line. A…
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