Dogs on a couch

Seating chart

We have assigned seats in my house. Our son sits in the chair closest to the fireplace. The Mr. has the chair directly in front of the TV, and I have the right side of the couch, catty-wompus to Mr., so we can share an ottoman. (Our daughter, since being gone so long at college,…

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Suicide prevention

Last March, my daughter called home early on a Sunday morning. A close friend from high school had taken her own life, and my daughter was inconsolable. There are so many unanswered questions, and days when the loss is still overwhelming. On November 16, my daughter and other former classmates are participating in a local…

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Harlot

Over the last few days, Mr. has been sorting through our many, old photo albums looking for past snaps of our kids in their Halloween costumes. While he had the photos out, I found a shot of the two of us at his graduation, a photo that to this day, is one of my favorites.…

Color me rad

Extraordinary birthdays

There are few extraordinary birthdays – when adding a digit to your age in childhood (often a once in a lifetime occurrence); when transitioning from teen into adulthood; and when reaching that half-century mark. I spent my 50th birthday with my firstborn, frolicking in rainbow dust and liquid sunshine, and jumping in kaleidoscope puddles of…

Piggy bank half full

Yesterday morning, while the rest of my house quietly slept, I sat up in bed watching CBS Sunday Morning and tended to bills and our bank account – a chore that I loath. When I know I have to access our account – checking balances, outgoing payments, incoming deposits, who’s spending how much on what…

Cheesy Bacon Corn Waffles

These savory bits of corny deliciousness grew out of my son’s near constant nagging requests for me to make fried chicken and waffles. After wearing me down, and me actually eating a platter full of amazing chicken and waffles at a lovely diner in Greensboro, NC, I acquiesced. Inspired by a hunger-induced dream about waffles,…

Baby Police

When my kids were babies, still small enough that they had a soft spot, I would go to their cribs at night and put my hand on their heads, feeling for their heart beats. Not wanting to wake them, but to reassure myself they were okay. Today, both of them are in their 20s, and…