Valentine’s Day Redux
I spent Valentine’s Day sick in bed with a stomach bug. And I didn’t even have the benefit of overdoing it on chocolate first. That’s okay. The holiday, as I understand it, was first established to...
View ArticleThey Are Only Ours to Borrow
My son, my “baby,” (a cringe-inducing word if ever there was one), will be turning 17 in a week. If you will allow me this one indulgence: Where did the time go?? Certainly, it was just yesterday that...
View ArticleChange is Gonna’ Come
The other day, I took my two dogs on a detour from our usual walk around the neighborhood. It was one of those unseasonably mild late-Winter days, so I grabbed the opportunity for some extra time in...
View ArticleThe Best Medicine
My 19-year-old daughter is home from college, recovering from a tonsillectomy, and I couldn’t be happier. Not about the tonsils, mind you; I hate seeing her in so much pain. But with two kids out of...
View ArticleTurtle Sanity
For many years, when the seasons would change, my acupuncturist knew to expect a call from me. Transition is unsettling for me; to be blunt, it knocks my qi right on its rear. Sleep becomes a...
View ArticlePlant Your Roots, and Watch What Grows
Today is December 1 and in 29 days I will turn 50. Here’s me in Atlanta, Georgia, just six months shy of my 4th birthday. Not much has changed since then (though I do miss those white patent leather...
View ArticleSeason of Missing
It’s cold here on the east coast. There is a biting wind outside that elevates the notion of “chill in the air” to something otherworldly. Although I am a December baby, these frigid months are...
View ArticleHomecomings…and Goings
My oldest child returned home from a two-month job out west last week. Her stay here will be temporary, as she is preparing for a new adventure in yet another part of the country and will be leaving...
View ArticleMid-Life Lessons from my Children
“Let that be a lesson to you.” How often have we parents said this to our children? In those “teachable moments,” it’s the phrase we use to drive the point home. As the parent of young adults,...
View ArticleIce-Cube Zen
I hate being late. I’m pretty sure this dates back to a childhood obsession with “people pleasing” that has carried over into my adult world. Not that there’s anything wrong with it; it’s nice to show...
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