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My friend, Bear
Posted on September 5, 2019 1 Comment
When a dog died in an early reader children’s book, we were not okay.
Alma Mater
Posted on March 2, 2018 2 Comments
This week Godzilla, my eldest child, began at university. The same university that my husband and I went to. The same university my brothers and my brother-in-law went to.
Teaching the Youngest to Drive: An Incomplete List
Posted on February 8, 2018 4 Comments
Driving school lessons completed: 6 Vehicle: manual transmission (stick shift), dual control Driving school lessons remaining: 4 Vehicle: manual, dual control
Leader of the Pack
Posted on September 6, 2017 15 Comments
Storytelling and the awareness of the power of words started early for me.
On 17th birthdays and glimpses of the adult
Posted on August 17, 2016 6 Comments
So, here I am very early on Godzilla’s 17th birthday, resting on the corner of Testosterone Lane and Horsepower Road. Having two teen boys in the house means a lot of muscle flexing, boundary pushing, and territory marking. They wake with teasing exchanges that rapidly morph into the rat-tat-tat of suddenly flared tempers. And before long, like […]
El Sibonéy
Posted on January 18, 2016
Our second day of vacation in Key West, we Yelped for restaurants not too far away (always a criterion when moody teenagers are in tow), and El Sibonéy came up. The rating was good, though not stellar, but the reviews piqued our interest. They were resoundingly good. We headed out for a late-ish lunch, bellies rumbling, tempers […]
The things I was never going to do…
Posted on October 7, 2015 20 Comments
When I was in my teens, I knew I never wanted to be a teacher. My father was a teacher, many of my uncles were teachers, my cousins were teachers, there were teachers everywhere I looked. I knew with the certainty of teenagehood that the last profession on Earth I would ever enter would be […]
No More Streamers
Posted on September 1, 2015 6 Comments
No more streamers littering the floor. No more shining cachous skittering across counters. The fairies have packed up their bread and departed. Saggy, flaccid balloons leer lecherously at disemboweled party poppers, as football and pirate cupcake wrappers tango in mismatched pairs.
Who’s The Boss: On being a mother in the house when your mother is visiting
Posted on July 13, 2015 14 Comments
It’s summer holidays, and my mother recently flew from Australia to spend two months with us. It’s disconcerting to be the adult child in my house when my parent comes to stay.
Life in the Quiet Moments
Posted on February 25, 2015 9 Comments
What do you do when your 15 year old son comes to you with a problem you can’t solve? What do I do? I do mental backflips. As a mother, I’m always quietly (or sometimes not so quietly) delighted when my teenaged sons decide to confide their deepest thoughts, troubles, and the issues they’re currently wrestling […]
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