Wake to your dreams, dear graduate
I realized that this was the last time I’d get you up for school. This particular morning was the final day of your senior year.
A confession to my daughter, with regrets
This time when she launches the regret-having-kids question, I don’t reply immediately as I typically do. Now that she’s 14, maybe I have a different answer for her.
The relative effects of teenage choices
It’s my fault that he left in a U-Haul in the middle of the night. He might try to tell you differently, but don’t believe him.
Yes, Mr. Dickens, it was the best
Charles Dickens made them famous, Erma Bombeck made them funny, and I made them a summary of my experience.
Under the bleachers, a mother undercover
As I heard the shuffle of feet and mumbled chatter just above me, I shook my head in disbelief. Was I really squatted under the gymnasium bleachers?
You’re in her heart, but she’s in your head
Though I could no longer ask Mom about the things she always told me, I wondered what words of mine might still be taking up space in the brains of my three adult kids.
They don’t give medals for this
She asked me to please, please wait at the finish line when I was done and get a picture of her crossing. Only it didn’t happen as she had pictured.
The day I got lucky, 13 years ago
I’ve chosen this lucky day to post my first ever paid-to-be-published piece here, blasting it into cyberspace amidst the dust of comets and stars and words that live forever.
From me to me, listen up!
I am dazed and amazed that she had the foresight to provide me with such hindsight.
