Two years ago my first son Beau left for his freshman year at college and I lost my mojo. I can’t call it a crisis because I didn’t leave my husband, get a red convertible or run off to Mexico but I DID dance on a bar and I DID spend too many nights […]
Dear Robert’s Dad, I used to be like you. Oh I was never quite so bad. I never yelled expletives or plotted my revenge on the referee. I never turned purple or glared at the opposing team’s parents as if they carried arsenic in their pom-poms. But I cared. I cared so much that I […]
By Rebecca Suder My husband had no idea what he was getting into when he said, “I do” nine years ago. I am what some might call a difficult woman. I want things the way I want them and when he walked into my place of business over eleven years ago, I knew I wanted […]
