Remind me again. Why I’m here. What I love. What my heart yearns for. I forgot. Or thought it was gone. Until last week. It hit me while standing in my bathroom. Those girls. Those girls coming over Saturday. They aren’t any different. No different really than my girl. My daughter. What do I want … More girls
Yesterday’s mail was a bit bizarre. Not that I received anything odd, in and of itself. Here’s the rundown: I received an expected and much anticipated small package from my daughter, a foreign exchange student who currently resides in the Czech Republic. Secondly, the mail contained a large envelope addressed to my daughter from Reed … More mail
Today is my daughter Allie’s 16th birthday. In a few short months, she’ll be leaving to spend a year in the Czech Republic. I wrote the following to honor these occurrences. Strong. Capable and ready. You head out into the world. Across the world, actually. A chapter. A short one, all in all. Yet … More happy birthday sweet Allie
I wrote the following as a Mother’s Day gift to my own mother: Mother to daughter. Lessons taught. Words of wisdom – life is what you make it. I thought I was past the lessons. Old enough. Steady. Then one day, no. What I thought, wasn’t. I needed friends, and thankfully they were there. … More mother to daughter
This morning my daughter and I celebrated the recent news of her foreign exchange placement. She is going to the Czech Republic next school year. She is excited and relieved to finally know where she’ll spend her year abroad, as am I and the rest of our family. We had croissants at National Boulangerie, a … More celebration in the midst
Most reasonable people would agree, I’d say, that it’s good to be thankful. And listing out what I’m thankful for is generally a helpful exercise. When faced with a struggle, it can be difficult, I’ve found, to recall all I have to be grateful about. I’m making myself realize the beauty of this season, despite … More thanks for the laughter and more
Today my sweet daughter Allie turns fifteen. I came across a letter yesterday, posted on one of my new favorite sites, brainpickings.org. It’s from Jackson Pollock’s dad, to him, written in 1928. While it’s not terribly emotion filled, it is, quite touchingly, what we as parents so want to convey to our children when they’re … More 15
Upon a Sunny Day 