It’s Her Time To Fly
Memory ghosts dance in the periphery of my mind. Even though three weeks have passed since I dropped her off—my…
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Memory ghosts dance in the periphery of my mind. Even though three weeks have passed since I dropped her off—my…
Continue ReadingThe first time I ever cooked Thanksgiving dinner on my own, my mom was several hundred miles away. I was…
Continue ReadingI have always been one of those people who want to do something: take a class in documentary filmmaking, make…
Continue ReadingTapping the “off” button on my iPhone, I ended the FaceTime with my daughter. Smiling to myself, I reflected on…
Continue ReadingMy husband and I have been married for 23 years and we have never spontaneously gone four hours away to…
Continue ReadingBetween video chats with our son stationed overseas, our daughter flits in and out our door from college while the…
Continue ReadingFor the adolescents in my nest, everything seems too big. There is no context or perspective, only borderless heartache and…
Continue ReadingIt’s 3 a.m. and I’m exhausted but I just can’t sleep. I hung up with my college son about 15…
Continue ReadingI love watching my daughter with her two young children. I find that I have to blink a lot when…
Continue ReadingI heard the best message today as I walked the Rail Trail. It wasn’t a podcast. It was the chatter of…
Continue ReadingOur children are mostly grown at this point. Mostly. There are no toys lying all over the house. Clothes and…
Continue ReadingTonight my husband and I started decorating for Christmas. It’s different now. We slowly put up the tree these days,…
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