Good things are happening. Some I’ve written about, and others, I haven’t. I’m trying to process them, to manage them, to make adjustments. Some days I think I’m doing okay. Other days, not so much. Most of the time I have the sensation of treading water, sliding beneath the surface, gasping for air, then forcing […]
Realizations
It’s really happening. It’s really happening. I say it over and over. In my head. In disbelief. And I say this, as I have lived it: Opportunity comes to those who work. I’m tired. I’m distracted. The chair is large and my feet are dangling which is annoying. I want to laugh at the same […]
The College Countdown
This past weekend, my morning reading brought me to a blog post on the New York Times, written by a high school senior, Michael Campbell, about his college search process. As he counts down to receiving decision letters, everywhere he goes he is asked “Where are you going to college?” And of course, it’s too […]
Time on Your Hands?
Spare time? Are you kidding? What do you do when your friends or partners can take time off, and you simply can’t? When your schedule is bursting at the seams, even on the weekends? What if you feel like there’s never time to catch up, to take stock, to plan productively, much less to snooze, […]
Pucker Up
How much do you know about your teenager’s social life? How much does he or she know about yours? I can’t remember ever catching one of my sons in a furtive lip lock. (I suspect that both are smart enough to retreat to the leafier areas of our yard, to their rooms, or to a […]
The Morning View After a Win
“It’s all about the glasses,” he said. I shot him a glance. He grinned. “How can you type without looking?” I just smiled. And kept typing. Like a little Cheshire cat with a cup of coffee by the bed. “If you pass me my glasses I can see what you’re doing.” “I’m not sure I […]
Flop House
I tripped over shoes in the living room. It was dark, and the shoes didn’t belong to either of my sons. This is not new. The body on the couch was longer and broader than usual, mumbling good morning as I covered him with a fallen comforter and went to my younger son’s room and […]
How to Help When You Have No Words
When comforting our children feels next to impossible.
Drugged
It’s going to be a coffee morning, and an herbal tea afternoon. Thanks to last night. Now, now. Nothing exciting, though I do feel hungover. In fact, last evening I took an over-the-counter cold medicine and called it a night, early. The hours that followed? Miserable. Best I can tell, I had a bit of […]
Am I Repeating Myself?
“I think you have the most productive form of A.D.D.,” he says, giving me his cutest look – the one that worked when he was a child, and still does. I feign a pout as he and his friend laugh. “I love you, too,” I say, standing on my tip-toes as he bends down. I […]