A letter to my daughters on their first day of school

Dear daughters, Today you both start another year of school. For the third year in a row it will be in separate states, and for the 15th year in a row I’ll spend the day trying not to drink my feelings be overwhelmed with feelings that, if allowed, will engulf me. Feelings that surprisingly (or…

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The Father I Never Had

My girls are now 20 and 15, and for every year I’ve been their mother I’ve been envious of them.Is it because of their youth and the years of possibility they have in front of them? Obviously.Is it their thick, luxurious heads of hair? Since their births are the reason I lost mine, absolutely (and…

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Love, Mama ~ Words of advice for my graduating daughter

Two years ago my daughter was about to leave the nest. The soft, feathered, built-painstakingly-by-hand nest I’d created for her since the moment I knew she existed. Fine, her father helped…but still. I knew I needed to tell her all the things before she left, but didn’t feel like I needed to write one of the…

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47 … I guess

Last week was my birthday. For those (16) of you who’ve been hanging around here since the beginning, you’ve helped me through the last four of them. Sure, maybe we haven’t been together in person, but since I started this blog it’s been a form of therapy for me, and when you pass a *cough*…

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Freshman year anxiety…and the importance of stepping back

Last week, right after taking the older daughter back to college and the resulting fallout (i.e., shoe-buying excursions) that occurred from that, the younger daughter began serving her time in the big house. High school. Ninth grade. Freshman year.   As you might imagine, there was some wine consumed. And while my rising freshman had spent…

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Falling off isn’t an option

time moving quickly

You guys, I’m a failure. For the past two years I’ve been trying fiercely to halt the hands of time, and I just can’t. A year ago, as I was staring in the face of my daughter’s graduation and her impending departure from our little nest, I wrote a short post (one of my favorites) about how…

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This is 46.

46. Forty-six. XLVI. Quarante-six. (Damn, even in French it sounds old.) Tomorrow I will be 46. What. The. Hell. Like I always say about my children, I blinked and it happened. Actually, that’s not entirely true. Those years from birth to about age 15 seemed to totally drag. If you’ve been following along here the…

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There she was: A birthday post for my daughter.

At some point* in the next few days I’ll be the mother of a 19-year-old. *I actually do know when, in case you were worried. A nineteen year old. (BRB, I need to go do a shot and sing some Wham! so I don’t feel as old as that makes me sound.) The point is, most some there’s…

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Made with love … and wine

I used to like to think I was crafty. When my girls were little I’d pull out the old-school, gritty construction paper, felt squares, yarn, googly eyes, and pipe cleaners every now and again for distraction. Problem was, I was always left with really ugly shit that I had to display proudly on my walls…

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