Category Archives: New Lessons

It’s Senior Year.

Dear Senior Moms and Dads, Here were are, summer of Senior Year. We’ve all started to look at each other a little differently, haven’t we? We wonder how we arrived at this place so quickly. I’ve been here once before, so … Continue reading

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Future Daughter in Laws, You are a terrifying reality.

It was just like I remembered. Sweaty palms, re-checking the outfit (don’t want to try too hard, don’t want to be too casual), wondering if it would go well, worrying she wouldn’t like me, conflicted on whether to hug or … Continue reading

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I’ve never really called myself a writer. But if I were to actually do that, recently I would call myself a broken writer. Sometimes real writers get blocked because of a lack of inspiration; sometimes it’s due to a confusing amount of material … Continue reading

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You are much stronger than you would ever believe.

My mother was full of advice. At the time, I’d have said she was full of something else, but in retrospect, I see it was advice after all. I’m now taking my turn, offering advice and certain my children are … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Day Pact

Mother to Mother, let me wish you a Happy Mother’s Day, and allow me to give you a gift. It’s not a massage or a handmade card or even a nice dinner. As a matter of fact, it’s the antithesis … Continue reading

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If you’re easily offended, don’t read this.

I read a blog this morning and it sort of spoke to this nagging thought I’ve been de-constructing recently about our society (please say that word with a heavy British accent). At the risk of having someone question why I think I’m … Continue reading

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I was told recently that, like coffee, I’m an acquired taste. Which I would imagine was intended to offend me or at the very least put me in my place. Ten years ago I might have been both offended and … Continue reading

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Life Lessons from 1983

The 8th Grade Dinner Dance was the biggest thing I could imagine to end my tenure as a middle schooler. We didn’t all take dates but we did get dressed up in what our mothers would have called our Sunday … Continue reading

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Songs to Live For.

Like a lot of things, my ability to sing is somewhere just above cringe worthy and below I’d pay to see that. I’d suggest it improves greatly with a few shots of Grey Goose to either me or my audience … Continue reading

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I did not greet motherhood with the grace I had hoped for. As a matter of full disclosure, I distinctly remember looking over at the baby in the bassinet beside my hospital bed and thinking, “That’s a cute baby” as … Continue reading

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