on coming home

Revisiting the past is difficult. The untainted memories of yesterday can coexist with the grown up reality of today as long as the two don’t mix.  Sometimes, though, you have to go back to the past in order to continue to move through the present.  The journey back through time can shed new light on... Continue Reading →

when you know she’s the one

It is strange to me when Marco asks if Daddy ever lived with us. And I have to remind myself that Daddy moved out when Marco was 1. Granted, he was just a few months away from his second birthday, but he was, in fact, only 1. And he is amazed to think that I... Continue Reading →

when Insecurity comes around

I think I have spent most of my adult life trying to fight Insecurity.  But Insecurity is really just a terrified little girl who fears that people don’t hear her, understand her, like her, accept her, approve of her.  How can I fight that?  Insecurity is not bad, she’s just afraid.  She is afraid that... Continue Reading →

spelling bee woes

My 9-year old came home yesterday with the Spelling Bee list.  The Good Old Fashioned Spelling Bee list.  Eleven pages of words – over 400 of them in total.  Oh, how I wanted to tell him not to do it, but he seemed so intent on it, I had to keep my mouth shut.  While... Continue Reading →

lessons from emma

Emma hates it when I say this, but I used to want only boys. I never even thought about what it would be like to have a girl. I was the youngest in my family, and the only girl, and I thought I would know better what to do with boys. There was also the... Continue Reading →

getting my head together

This morning I got an email from a colleague that said “Happy International Very Good Looking and Damn Smart Woman’s Day” to which I thought “right on!”  The message went on to list a number of sayings and quotes about women and life in general – “inside every old woman is a young woman asking... Continue Reading →

on being a little sister

One of my greatest sources of pride growing up was being the little sister.  I was the baby, with two brothers – 3 ½ and 6 years older.  With that kind of age difference, I quickly learned to defend myself.  Family vacations were always spotted with the occasional battle in the backseat of the car. ... Continue Reading →

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