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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. I haven’t charted out a week by week set of deadlines for him. (I really wanted to, though.) And I haven’t told him where he should apply. He’s...
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...
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.
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.
Missing My Kid On His Birthday

Missing My Kid On His Birthday

Today is my son’s birthday. His 17th one. And for the first time ever, I’m not with him. I can't hug him more than he wants me to. I can't tell him, again, the story of his birth. And I can't bake him a birthday cake from scratch. (Oh, right, I wouldn't do that anyway.)
Gradually Growing Up

Gradually Growing Up

It’s gradual. First, they start going down to the playground at the end of the street. By themselves. And walking the mile home from school. Alone.