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It’s Always and Only You

It’s Always and Only You

At my husband’s college graduation, one of the speakers was a fellow graduate in her 60’s. She shared how her friends thought she was crazy for going back to school at that age. She said, “I could be 60 AND a nurse… or I could be 60 and not a nurse. The choice was...
Traumatized by School Supplies

Traumatized by School Supplies

I was once delighted to go back-to-school shopping with my girl twins. You know the ones; where one is often dressed in purple and the other pink so we don’t confuse them early on. Just one of the many laws of the universe I did not create. Even as a former teacher, I...
Where The Whapping Trees Are

Where The Whapping Trees Are

Just another day driving the kids from thing to thing. Walmart, Walgreens, gas, soccer, contemplating vacations we can’t afford, the odd noise the engine’s making, talking myself into buying dinner out even though I know it’s healthier if I cook but who am I kidding I...
When You Dance With People You Don’t Even Know

When You Dance With People You Don’t Even Know

Sea Shell Stage, Hampton Beach, N.H. I wish I could remember the song that was playing. I’ll have to go through my journals, find the name of it, and write another post to tell you what it was. For now though, I was there one summer evening with three of our kids; the...
Holding Hands with Edna

Holding Hands with Edna

I was at the mailbox one day when my neighbor Edna, my older Filipino friend, pulled up alongside me in her car. As I leaned on the doorframe to talk, Edna took my hand and asked me about my mom. I found it kind of odd at first. As a grown woman, few hold my hand...