I published this first in 2015, the year I started my blog. And I’ve made it a tradition to repost it each year in celebration of my son’s birthday and my experience being a mother to the best son I could have ever hoped for. To James with love. Happy Birthday!
An interesting thing happens in Maine every November. Men abandon their wives by the thousands. They think they are going hunting but they are actually contributing to the longevity of their marriages.
Awakening refreshed after eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, you luxuriated in the memory of yesterday, a day devoid of guilt. What steps did you take to earn such a rare treasure? Applied sunscreen before turning on overhead light. Attached FitBit and logged 30 minutes of low impact aerobics. Practiced 15 minutes of Loving-Kindness meditation. Celebrated […]
Bucket lists are fashionable, with people grasping to fulfill lifelong dreams. I don’t know about you, but some of these lists that look like a ‘to do’ list for overachievers intimidate me. And comparing my aspirations with these dynamos makes me feel pathetic. Not one to tarry in shame and humiliation, I have risen from […]
Our son, James, has shown some disturbing qualities, and I blame my husband, Patrick, who has been his stepfather since 1991. Let me explain. The other day we were talking with James, and he mentioned that he and his wife were hiring someone to do some ‘deep cleaning’ for them. My reaction was, “Deep cleaning? […]