At 10:27 am two weeks ago, Sunday, Aug. 29, I texted one of my oldest friends. She lives in Spain now so I didn’t know if she’d be paying attention to Hurricane Ida making a beeline for my college kid … Continue reading
As I recall, it occurred to me sometime during my oldest son’s middle school years that the days of our living together as a foursome were numbered. I mean if you’d asked me, I would’ve given the sane answer of … Continue reading
I think math is unforgiving. I love words because of their gorgeous flexibility and magical growth into sentences and posts and chapters and books. I started freelancing in 1994, after the lifelong dream of a backpacking trip through Europe … Continue reading
At 10:27 am two weeks ago, Sunday, Aug. 29, I texted one of my oldest friends. She lives in Spain now so I didn’t know if she’d be paying attention to Hurricane Ida making a beeline for my college kid in New Orleans. “Good luck to Sawyer,” she said. “Hope he’s safely hunkered down. That … Continue reading
As I recall, it occurred to me sometime during my oldest son’s middle school years that the days of our living together as a foursome were numbered. I mean if you’d asked me, I would’ve given the sane answer of 18 years or so. But before that — in the trenches with babies and toddlers … Continue reading
