Bringing Back the Red Tent

Would they have been better off if their father had never met me? The guilt of a stepmother.

Will You Remember…You?

We have created the first generation that will die with fewer memories of their own lives than those of others. That's not good news.

What Should You Do? Start by Cutting the Apron Strings.

Six weeks and I’ve resisted the urge to throw on the ALL CAPS button before responding, “WHICH ONE OF YOU IS IN COLLEGE?”

The Skid to Summer’s Finish Line

Currently, the broken rules in my youngest’s room represent the actual bridge between childhood and adulting: Teddy Grahams on one side, Stoli on the other.

Clear(ish) Eyes, Full Heart

What’s that saying? You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t shove its head in for a drink?

At Some Point, Their Journey Becomes Their Journey.

At some point, the travel planning mantra goes, their vacation becomes their vacation. I'm learning that the same is true when raising children.

The Feral Childhood

A sign that you had a feral childhood? You can get the blood out of anything. Anything.

The Case for Ghost Outfits

As I grew into an adult, I worried less about the state of my underwear and more about my ghost outfit.

An Odd Comparison

We’ve officially done death both ways now: the sudden, unexpected passing (ie…the keel over) and the long goodbye (ie…dementia sucks). We certainly didn’t mean to do both in such close proximity on the calendar, but I suppose the timing offers a great opportunity to compare the two. My conclusion? I’d prefer something in the middle … Continue reading An Odd Comparison →

So Long, Sugar Plums…

If you’re dreaming of sugar plums and also the parent of a baby adult, then let this serve as a warning: The holidays will change on a dime.