I'll be dedicating my next glass of wine to animal care workers. And also the one after that. And the next.
My Father. Oh, How He Has Risen.
It’s an interesting view, as a child, to witness the decline of one parent and the subsequent rise of the other as a need for caretaking develops.
The Relaunch of a Struggling Child (Spoiler Alert: It’s Terrifying)
A year ago at this time, we hadn’t yet found out that our child had essentially dropped out of her life. Today, we are preparing to send her out of the nest again and we are hitting all emotions.
Before: For as long as I can remember, once a year, my dad cooked one thing. Okay, that’s not fair. For much of my childhood, he did fix dinner during my mom’s annual trek to her parents' house. Like the time he made hamburgers with the ketchup and mustard inside. Which didn’t work out. His … Continue reading Bread Wars
But I am real.
"Oh, so you're their stepmom." "So they aren't your real kids..." And my favorite, "But you're not their real mom." I feel such a jolt when I hear these things - a combination of a stab in the heart (and a little in the back), anger, injustice and offense. And I often wonder if these … Continue reading But I am real.
A tale of two kids. But mostly one.
I have very different relationships with each of my kids. With one, it is as close to a mother-child relationship as can be. With the other, it is solidly camped out on the step-mother side and, according to that child, an evil one at that. I always wonder if that's actually normal - if all … Continue reading A tale of two kids. But mostly one.
Table for Four
This isn’t a love story. Don’t get me wrong, I’m madly in love with Rich. He's my best friend and husband. Well, best friend that I also sleep with. We all know there are levels of best friends. You know who you are, other best friends. I still have no idea how I scored this … Continue reading Table for Four