Love
Putting All Our Houses in Order
Tomorrow, the person formerly known as TechSupport (formerly known as Monkey) will be graduating from high school. For about a week, he’s…
Letting Go of Love: On Grief and Dirty-Faced Boys
When I was in elementary school, I liked a boy whose face was always a little dirty, a boy who wore corduroys…
Letter to My 12th Grade Son, 3 Months Before He Graduates High School
Dear TechSupport: You used to shout at your friends before playing Capture The Flag. “No burying the flag.” “No jailbreaks.” “My house….
Do You Know Your Love Language?
No doubt, cutting out construction paper valentines was fun, especially when paired with a cupcake and a nappy. But it taught us the wrong message….
a broken knee, a broken heart
Back in August, I walked 5 miles on a really uneven surface. In cowboy boots. I knew I did something dumb almost immediately since both…
The Gift of Magic To My Son Away at Summer Camp
It’s Tech’s birthday. He’s 14 years old today. For those of you who read my blog regularly, you know, he’s not home….
My Mother Was Hot Stuff
My mom was hot stuff when I was little. She was pretty and had straight teeth. She wore pink hoop earrings and…
When Your Kid Is Smarter Than You Are
Many summers ago, our family went to a local art festival, and while I visited another booth, my son found a turquoise…
The Beauty of a Grandmother
“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ~Franz Kafka My Grandma Muriel was fabulous. She was. Fiery, artistic…
How The Death of My Treadmill Reminded Me Love Is In The House
I have this treadmill. Rather, I had this treadmill. I used it for years. It’s not like I have been training for…