High School Years
A letter (or 12) to my 16 year old daughter
This week my younger daughter will turn 16, and I’m not entirely sure it’s hit me yet. I believe you’ve met my trusty sidekick Denial, whom I’ve been thick as thieves with since about 2013. Listen, I know it must sound tired and cliché and completely uninspired to yet again be lamenting the passing of time here on…
Read MoreA 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…
Read MoreFreshman 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…
Read More14: Fun, frustrating, and fabulous
Today my baby girl turns 14. Fourteen. What a sucky age. But really, do you remember it? No? That’s because it probably sucked. Think about it. At 14 you were at puberty’s peak and at the mercy of the multitude of hormones that were making your emotions run the gamut from elation to devastation that all took…
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