There is always something else that needs doing. But there are never enough days like yesterday, days when the trees…
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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.
Courage
Toward the end of my month of yoga teacher training at Kripalu last spring, each person in my class was…
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Running
All through August I’ve been out the door each day at 6:15, to run two and a half miles to…
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Summer memories
When our sons were young we had a tradition of spending a week each summer on Monhegan Island, eleven miles…
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Trading Kids
He didn’t need training wheels anymore, but there was no way our cautious little boy was going to let us…
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4th of July
The newest citizen in this morning’s 4th of July parade was less than three weeks old; the oldest arrived on…
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