A birthday reflection. On turning 51, that is. Fifty-One. I remember when I used to think that was old, but today I question what IS old anyway? When I was a young adult, freshly out of high school, almost all I could think about was getting…
Looking back on my first years as a mom, I can practically smell the memories. The scent of a newborn baby. The scent of the cereal and the smashed peas. The smell of the daycare center. The smell of Play-doh. The memories are vivid. Especially those…
It finally happened. My first meltdown about my youngest bird flying the nest soon. She graduated high school just a few days ago and up until that meltdown a few weeks before, I had been holding it together pretty well. In fact, I wondered if something…
I realized that I have not written anything here since April. The thing is, I haven’t really felt like writing much these days at all. There has been a mix of busy. I’m still a grad student, I’ve still been working full time and like all…
I was walking through Walmart earlier today and it happened. Out of nowhere that unmistakeable lump showed itself in my throat and then the tears. The tears began to fill my eyes. Oh no! I was alone. I was there to pick up a couple of…
While she was hanging on during the last 24 hours of her life, we waited. Her son, my cousin, would update the family when there was something to update. He had started a group chat on Facebook Messenger that included several of us family members. Usually,…
When kids have birthdays, it seems fair to say that moms tend to get sentimental. We think about how our kids are growing so quickly. We realize that childhood is fleeting. We reminisce with sadness because those days are gone. I don’t know any mom who…
So here we are. Clean slate. It’s the start of a new year, a new decade. 2020. One can’t help but think about it when social media feeds have been flooded with reflective posts in the days leading up to today. You know the ones. The…
Someone near and dear to me is considering trying to have a baby. She’s 22. And I don’t know if she is ready. It isn’t up to me, obviously, but I wonder if she knows the things that I wish I knew before I became a…
We all know that there is more than one way to approach parenting. We know that some mothers are warm and cuddly. Some are cold and stern. And there are some of every other kind in between. We can choose the rules that our kids must…
