The Gentle Ache of Watching These Years Fall Away
My son got a haircut today, and when he got up from the stylist’s chair I almost cried. The stylist…
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My son got a haircut today, and when he got up from the stylist’s chair I almost cried. The stylist…
Continue ReadingI’m in the car, utterly exhausted, back aching. My 17-year-old son is in the passenger seat, his attention glued, as…
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Continue ReadingThe day my son turned 15, I was overcome by fear and anxiety. An impending doom like a little, black,…
Continue ReadingI wasn’t counting. I was feeding you on the sofa in the dark, I was rereading the directions on a…
Continue ReadingWhile I was organizing my daughter's bedroom this weekend, it hit me: we've entered the in-between years. We're in between…
Continue ReadingThe first official day of fall for everyone else meant finally breaking out those hoodies from the backs of closets…
Continue ReadingWhen I was a kid, my parents had a definite cutoff age for trick-or-treating. As we entered the middle school…
Continue ReadingA few weeks ago I ran away and I brought my family with me. It’s become my favorite thing to…
Continue ReadingWhen your kids are little, nothing rings more true than the saying that the days are long but the years…
Continue ReadingIt sounds trite to say it, but I am not sure how we got here. It seems so short and…
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