We sat around the kitchen table after dinner last night — my son Henry, my husband Steve, and two of…
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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.
Wholeheartedness practice — and a book for you
Last week, I wrote about wholeheartedness, a word that truly seemed to pick me, rather than the other way around,…
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Reclaiming Peace
“Ultimately, we have just one moral duty: to reclaim large areas of peace in ourselves, more and more peace, and…
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Happy birthday
He turns nineteen tomorrow. Last week, we were in Boston for a college interview. It was an opportunity for him…
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Halloween memories
It’s a pretty remarkable Halloween – two feet of snow are piled up outside the window, and the pumpkins are…
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Technology, a boy on the brink of adulthood, some questions
My son Jack and I spent most of last Sunday in the kitchen together. Although he has a desk upstairs…
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