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(A Long and Slightly Rambling Post That Serves As:) The Best Apology Ever

In the past several weeks, have I: Written something?    Um, nope. Read something?      Nope. Maybe a few sentences before I fall into a coma each night. Take a shower– other than the kind you take just to cool … Continue reading

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What I’ve Learned Watching My Children Grow Up… or Lost In Translation

Currently Featured on Huffington Post So please feel free to shoot over there and give me some sugar! “I wasn’t born your mother.” I said this in another post. It seems like a no brainer, but somehow, between the time they … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers: The Shade of Our Years

Fits and starts– that’s what seems to be at the heart of my writing right now. Stuck, unstuck, stuck. But each week, Friday Fictioneers pulls me out of my rut and hands me an option. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields does an epic … Continue reading

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On Becoming a Mother… After 25 Years As a Mom

It’s that “Empty Nest” issue again- rearing it’s head like a unflattering shadow that you can’t shake. You notice that it doesn’t look the way you want or think it should: following you around looking chubbier, not standing up as … Continue reading

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I’ve Become That Middle-Aged Woman… Who Uses Baby Talk With Her Dogs

The other day I was playing with my dogs in the kitchen. Gracie is a 9 lb Chiweenie (chihuahua-mini dachshund mix) who is technically my grand-dog, and Luke, is a 70 lb yellow lab who is 15 1/2. Technically, Gracie … Continue reading

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Graduation Day… or, On Becoming a Lobster

Little Man, stepping off into a big, bright future. On June 7, 2014 my youngest child, Little Man, walked across the stage at a local college gymnasium and got his high school diploma. As it was when his older sister … Continue reading

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525,949 Minutes… How Do You Measure, Measure the Time With Your Boy?

*So, for the record, there are actually 535,949 minutes in a year, but presumably that’s a lot harder to sing. “Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty five … Continue reading

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