To all my mamas of LGBTQ+ kids (big or little): You are fierce. You (most likely) have been through fire. You love your child with ferocity. You are my heroes. I have sat with you as you weep not for who your child is, but for fear of what the world might do or say […]
My kids are grown ups. They are all partnered up and self-sufficient and happy and healthy and I love them to pieces. Two years ago, after watching me heroically and miserably try to pull off the magical Christmas I thought they still yearned for, they all approached me gently and said, "We have a proposal […]
Our kids can teach us so much if we let them. The key part of that sentence is "if we let them." Years ago, I decided to pull out our homemade Advent wreath and engage the sacred practice of lighting advent candles and saying the specific words assigned for each week along with the corresponding […]
Laughing together at old jokes, old memories, old failures. And then crying together at the thought of losing our old dog; the dog of our middle age. Sitting quietly drinking coffee and reading, briefly catching eyes, flashing a slow smile that says, "I could sit here with you forever." Fitting into the crook of his […]
My dad turned 88 on February 17. Yesterday!!! We celebrated with some of his favorite food, cherry pie, laughter, some new running shirts and a beautiful, royal blue golf shirt. He still runs and plays golf like a beast at 88 years of age. When he turned 80, he wrote a personal note to all […]
A short thought or poem for the weekend, friends ... "Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease." (Naguib Mahfouz)
