Dear Son, I’ve watched you grow up right before my eyes this summer. In your confidence, in your readiness to face change, in your willingness to tackle whatever comes your way. All summer I listened as the screen door slammed behind you, as you went out on your own to explore the same neighborhood I explored…
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You are the Architect of Your Dreams (But Your Mother Dusted Them)
If you need a reason to call your mother on Mother’s Day this year, consider this one: You may be the architect of your dreams, but it was your mother who dusted them. I don’t mean the magic, fairy kind of dust that Tinkerbell sprinkles about. I mean she dusted them with synthetic ostrich plumes…
What I Learned About Marriage While My Husband Watched Master Chef
Marriage: that strange social construct which demands we love only one person for however long it takes to reach happily ever after. It goes against nature, it goes against biology. It’s downright anti-Darwinian. The idea of finding one mate who you can grow old with, have sex with, eat 10,000 dinners across the table from–it’s…
A Tale of Two Valentines
My body has always been map of freckles and moles and what, as I was growing up, my mother euphemistically and gently called beauty marks. As a girl, I hated them. Passionately. I dreamed of miracle lemon juice bleaching cures and the day when I could wear enough pancake makeup to cover them up. I longed…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 