Family, Friendship, Reflections

We’re Probably in the Good Old Days

Nostalgia: a sad pleasure experienced in recalling what no longer exists.Thatโ€™s what Merriam-Webster says, anyway. The older we get, the more we feel it. At least I do. I get nostalgic about the smallest thingsโ€ฆ like the days when Trixie was pitter-pattering her little feet all over the cheap linoleum floors of the kitchen. She… Continue reading We’re Probably in the Good Old Days

Divorce, Family

The Day I Signed my Life Back

Thirteen years ago, I signed a lease on a small apartment. My daughter sat beside me. I finished signing, laid down the pen, and put my forehead on the desk. And then I cried. I felt a hand on my back. My sweet 18-year-old baby grownup, Trixie, leaned over and asked softly, "Mom? Are you… Continue reading The Day I Signed my Life Back

Family, Uncategorized

Sleeping Bags and Summer Nights: Cousin Sleepover Memories

Ten of us slept on the porch that summer. There were 12 of us all together, though. We were a tight-knit group of cousins who saw each other as a group only once a year, but we knew each other better than the friends we surrounded ourselves with when we were apart. Family does that… Continue reading Sleeping Bags and Summer Nights: Cousin Sleepover Memories