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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 some students and ate some...
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.