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.
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...
My teenagers. They make me crazy. To the point that I just can’t take it any more. Then I freak out that they’re not going to be under my roof much longer. In two years, the oldest will be getting ready to go to college. And I miss them already. A little erratic, right? Take...
I was a junior in college. He was a freshman. And he was my first real boyfriend.
(I know. I was a cougar, right? Ahead of my time.)
And he took my virginity.