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Wondering About Life Turns

Wondering About Life Turns

Do you ever wonder, really let yourself wonder, about where you would be if you had taken one or two different turns earlier in life? What if you had gone to a different college? Or moved somewhere else after graduation?
Myrtle Beach 1969 (Photo)

Myrtle Beach 1969 (Photo)

For many summers, when I was a kid, my parents would pack up our family of four and travel to Myrtle Beach, SC. This was back in the late 60’s and early 70’s before there were huge hotels and condos on the beach. And only a few golf courses. My...
College Applications Make My Table Messy

College Applications Make My Table Messy

My son and I are in the middle of his college applications. No, I’m not one of those helicopter parents. I’m not writing his essay for him.
College Visit With My First-Born

College Visit With My First-Born

My son is a senior in high school this year. My first born. My 6'1" hairy, gangly, broad-shouldered baby. So last week, my son and I did what many have done before us: We visited a college campus. We spent the night in a hotel, took a tour the next day, spoke to...
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Burning Man, A Funeral and Sibling Comfort

Burning Man, A Funeral and Sibling Comfort

When the cab pulled up outside my grandparents’ house on Mirror Lake Drive, everybody walked outside to greet my brother and sister-in-law. But I ran. As fast as my little legs could carry me. And in to the arms of my brother where I burst out in to these gigantic sobs. I couldn’t stop. ...
Coffee at the Beach

Coffee at the Beach

While I was waiting for the coffee to brew, I stepped out the sliding glass door and on to the back porch. Mmmm, fresh ocean air. I walked down the long boardwalk to our own private stretch of beach and just sighed. I had been looking forward to this week, with it's promises of sun, waves,...
Key West By Bike

Key West By Bike

We visited Key West this past weekend and booked our room at the Key Lime Inn again. The same place we stayed in January when I went to the memoir writing workshop. But we did something different on this visit. We rented bikes. And I'll never visit Key West any other way again. We saw parts of...
Of Mothers and Sons (And Daughters and Stepdaughters)

Of Mothers and Sons (And Daughters and Stepdaughters)

Our bond is strong and even sweet. He still hugs me. But only in private. I love when he wraps his long arms around me, even if it’s for a millisecond. I get more high fives and fist pumps than hugs but that’s okay. I’ll take what I can get.
Apology From a Middle-Aged Flasher

Apology From a Middle-Aged Flasher

I realized quickly that no it wasn't Erin because Erin would have laughed. This woman? Well, you should have seen the look on her face. (Yes, we made eye contact.) Her look was not one of happiness. No, I think it was one of fear. Fear of a sweaty, psychotic middle-aged woman.
Waking the Beast

Waking the Beast

Morning. It’s still dark outside. I walk in right on time. Well, maybe a minute early. So that I have time to watch her sleep. She looks just like the toddler she used to be. Except now her bed is bigger and so is she.