Dear Class of 2021

Don’t get hung up on boxes. They’re overrated. The edges are sharp and you get paper cuts on your heart. Color outside the lines. Leave yourself room to walk out. Try circles or rhombuses or heck, go wild with a dodecahedron.

The Sweet Spot

My husband and I spent the weekend rearranging furniture. By the end of Sunday we had reclaimed another square-inch of space of Lego storage from our children. We promptly put a plant there and much like brandishing a flag and claiming land for the Queen, we staked our claim as adults. Sitting in our increasingly…

Trust me, I’m Your Mother

Dear children, It’s your mother.  Not only am I your mother, but I have a mother too.  And she had a mother, and she had a mother and so on and so on and so on, just like that old shampoo commercial from the 70s.  Not only that, but I grew up watching reruns of…

When I grow up….

A lifetime ago, in my twenties, a friend and I decided that you weren’t really a grown-up until you owned a dining room set.  Until you could comfortably seat six, it was okay to stay out until 4 a.m. and drink your weight in beer and smoke enough cigarettes to have a permanent halo of…