time moving quickly

Falling off isn’t an option

April 28, 2015

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…

This is 46.

March 20, 2015

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…

There she was: A birthday post for my daughter.

October 22, 2014

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…

Band-aids, roller coasters, and other thoughts about sending my daughter off to college

August 14, 2014

Two weeks from today I’ll be giving my daughter that famous last hug before I leave her at college; the one everyone talks and writes about. They say it’s supposed to be quick — like ripping off a band-aid. I say “they” can suck it. Besides, when my daughter was little, she’d pull a band-aid…

Made with love … and wine

August 11, 2014

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…

Dorm Room Shopping: The Dos and Don’ts

July 23, 2014

Yesterday I checked another big life event off the list. Something that you hear about other people doing but don’t really think about doing yourself until you are in the middle of it. Botox? Colonoscopy? No, I took my daughter shopping for college. You know, the anticipated trip to Bed, Bath & Beyond and Target…

How to Avoid Sharks, and other important lessons to help your pre-teen daughter survive puberty

July 7, 2014

I grew up in a girl-centered household. With only one sister and a single mother, conversations about periods, puberty, cramps, boys and bras were natural. Now that I have two teenage daughters of my own – one well on the downward slope of her teen years and one just getting started – there’s an overabundance…

All I learned from my daughter she learned in Kindergarten

May 30, 2014

Yesterday was my daughter’s last day of high school. I’d like to tell you I spent the day reminiscing and going through old photos and school papers while drinking mimosas and wiping away beautiful tears, but that’s not true. Well, most of it’s not true.

It’s time.

April 30, 2014

This is how I’ve been living my life since September. Parents of current or former high school seniors will understand. While it’s true that I’ve spent the past two or three years (over)thinking this time in our lives, nothing I imagined could have prepared me for how fast it came flying at — and by…

How old is old?

March 21, 2014

Today is my birthday. Why, thank you. Thank you very much. When you get to be my age, which today is officially middle aged, you hear a lot of rhetoric about the years in your life and the life in your years; how you aren’t getting older but better and a lot of other crap that…

Be scared and take the plunge

March 17, 2014

  It seems like for the past couple of months I’ve been riding in the front car of a roller coaster. I’m not talking about the kiddie coaster you’d find at the parking lot carnival, I’m talking about the gigantic wooden structure that creaks and sways as your car plummets down the never ending 97°…


June 27, 2013

I’ve always been a ‘glass half-full’ kind of a girl. Pollyanna, Anne Shirley, Leslie Knope — those girls are my peeps. My mantra for pretty much all of the stressful situations in my life — my adult life, at least — has been, “things can always be worse.” When I had each of my girls…