As a teen I did the following in no particular order: Lied, stole, vandalized, drove a car at age fourteen, shoplifted, ran away, hitchhiked, sneaked out of the house by hanging from a second story window, shaved my head, pierced my ears sixteen times and colored my hair the same as Strawberry Shortcakes. I dated […]
This summer I felt like we were riding a wave. Good news would come with a crescendo and we’d be riding high and then bad news would come and we would be eating sand and picking ourselves up with shells stuck to our faces. We sold our house and rented a new one. Not only […]
Antonyms for normal: abnormal, exceptional, extraordinary, odd, out-of-the-way, strange, unusual, weird When I was in high school all I wanted was to be normal. When my mom asked me if I would jump off a cliff if someone else did I would have said and meant, “Sure, if they were wearing the right shoes […]
Our seventeen hundred square foot house is sold. It’s time to clean house. NO, really, I mean clean house. We are moving into a mere 850 square feet of living space. Some of my friends and family have garages bigger than that. With the move we will half our expenses along with our living space. […]
I know it’s a touchy subject amongst the ladies but I’m pretty sure most men see a beautiful woman when she walks down the street in front of them…..even my husband. So what. I could look out my front door and find five women better looking than me on any given day. I mean, the […]
“In my heart of hearts, I no longer want to be Better than you Smarter than you Thinner than you Prettier than you Faster than you Stronger than you A better mother than you I want to walk this path Side by side In awe of who you […]
In the eighties, a time of rabid acquiring of wealth, that phrase made it to a t-shirt. People wore that, in public. In their defense, they were also wearing shirts that said “Bag your face” and “Where’s the beef?” There were shows on television like Silver Spoon in which Ricky Schroder played a spoiled […]
When I was twenty-two years old I dropped my three- year old son, Beau, off for the first time at preschool. For the first three weeks, I stood at the window, while he pulled the curtains apart from the inside and stared out, screaming bloody murder. I stood there, my wretched tortured face inches from […]
When Thanksgiving rolls around it’s easy to say that you are grateful for the usual. I get it. I do it. I’m grateful for my adorable kids and the husband who always remembers my birthday and my family that surrounds me like a warm glove or my job where I am loved and appreciated […]
Someone once told me when I became a parent at age 20 that the days would be long but the years would be short. Like any recent teenager, I hadn’t much perspective on the passing of time, of hours whiling away, slipping like water down the drain. I wanted time to pass. I wanted to […]
