This parenting thing—jeesh. At the beginning you’re just a tired little Mom engine struggling up a mountain of sleepless nights and stanky diapers, sometimes literally crying over spilt breast milk. Days and weeks which bleed into one another, glued together with a refrain of I think I can, I think I can, I think I…
Tag: growing up
To My Son, Who is Turning Thirteen
Here we are, on the verge of big, bad teenagerdom. I’m not going to lie, I’m scared. Not all the time, and not even about the big, bad things, but nevertheless, she persisted worrying. Have I done enough? Have I reminded you to please and thank you enough? Taught you how to tell a joke…
To the Girls Who Shared Their Aqua Net With Me
For the past few summers, I’ve been getting together with a small group of friends from high school. Each year we seem to add a friend or two, like charms to a bracelet. And though it’s been nearly thirty years since we threw our mortar boards into a cloudy, June sky, it’s easy to slip back into a friendship…
Blowing Bubbles
There was a time when I was moon, sun, and stars to my boys. Their days began and ended with me: a morning hug around the neck, a goodnight kiss in the dark. It was exhausting, but it was also gloriously uncomplicated. These days their need for me grows more nuanced by the hour. I…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 