I Am Her Mother and Her Friend
The moment I realized my daughter was my friend was her first college drop-off. Her tears displayed her love and…
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The moment I realized my daughter was my friend was her first college drop-off. Her tears displayed her love and…
Continue ReadingThe water shimmers atop the electric-blue pool. The clock blinks 94 degrees. It is July 10th weather showing off. A…
Continue ReadingBefore Pinterest, before social media, before anybody cared, my room during high school in the early 2000s was decorated with…
Continue ReadingSo much of parenting teens is just waiting around, whether it's in the car picking them up, reading in waiting…
Continue ReadingEvery year as the holidays near, a new batch of ads from virtually every business on the planet hits the…
Continue Reading“Hey Mom, can you straighten my hair?” she asks. I gladly oblige. Because it’s not often that she needs—or wants—my…
Continue ReadingHe’s gone. I’ve felt him being pulled away as if by a magnet for months. A year, maybe? The centrifugal…
Continue ReadingIn the cold blue winter light, I would nurse my son, his mouth small like a sparrow, his breath warm…
Continue ReadingThey told me not to blink, but I was too overwhelmed learning how to become a mother. They told me…
Continue ReadingHe awaited my reaction like he did when he confessed he wasn’t sure Santa was real. I was in the…
Continue ReadingAdolescence. It’s such a strange time—it’s difficult for the parents to navigate, but it’s also hard on the kid. It’s…
Continue ReadingI observed my son today from a distance. I marveled at the subtle changes I saw: The squaring of his…
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