Smack in the Face

Tears slid down my cheeks, unbidden. Why did they have to come? Pained and bewildered eyes looked down at me. This six-foot teenager tucked me under his chin as he embraced me, not knowing what else to do. But it was all wrong. How could this towering young man be the same creature I lifted…

A Ride in the Car

Some things take some getting used to … like my youngest riding next to me in the car. For the past 12 years I have caught my son’s eye in the rearview mirror as he rode safely tucked in the backseat. Now that he is legally allowed to ride in the passenger seat, I’m struggling…

Closer to the Edge

My youngest starts 6th grade today. I read that sentence and think, “That cannot be right.” (Also, I’m not old enough to have a high schooler and middle schooler, right?) How did this happen? It seems like yesterday I lifted his tiny body out of the crib. Now he is nearly as tall as me….

Congealed Eggs, Stale Toast, and Lukewarm Coffee

When my boys were younger, meals were tricky.  By the time I got their food ready, it seemed like it was time to clean up.  Breakfast is one of my favorite meals of the day (maybe because it always includes coffee or tea).  So when the boys ran off to play, I would get my…