Tomorrow night, for the first time in months, both our boys will be home, everyone sleeping in their own beds…
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parenting journey
The parenting road doesn’t end, it just changes, until you look back and marvel at the distances covered and the transformations that occurred along the way. Newborns turn into kids with skinned knees, adolescents become college students far from home, and one day a grown son pulls out his credit card and offers to buy you dinner. I wouldn’t have traded any of it, not even the sleepless nights. Writing is a way of remembering. Read more about my parenting journey, or browse the archive of stories below.
More on “Love Your Fate” — and books to give away
“Everyone has a story. Mine began in November of 2000 when I thought I’d given birth to the smallest baby…
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Love Your Fate
Some true stories. On a tennis training trip to Florida last March, two months before his high school graduation, my…
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Berries
As a child, I lived next door to an elderly couple who spent their golden years cultivating gorgeous roses, raising…
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Commencement
It’s an iconic photo in our family album: Henry, age seven, and I are standing face to face in a…
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In Awe
“You have to admit, this is an indulgence,” my husband says, as we walk across the windswept campus to meet…
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