Mixed Tapes and Other Things My Kids Will Never Know

Buried in a box in the cupboard, under notes and letters and other written breadcrumbs of our early relationship, is a mixed tape. I made it for my husband way back when. In those early butterfly days, I was striving to impress him more than anything else, but there is still a significance to each song,…

Same as it Ever Was

My son started fifth grade a few weeks ago. He went to school with a packed lunch and a bunch of new pencils and came home with schedule and a little bit of a crush. He re-established old friendships, invited the new boy to sit at his lunch table, decided to try out for the…

Micromanagement (Or Why I Decided To Back The Hell Up)

Every generation thinks the buck stopped there; thinks the generation that follows is going to be the end of civilization, the downfall of polite society, the scourge of the world.  Every generation thinks they were tougher, made of sterner stuff. Every generation thinks they are the last of the true survivors. “We survived walking uphill to…