One of the best things about your children growing up and leaving home is that every moment you get to spend with them thereafter feels like a gift. Another best thing is seeing them stretch themselves in ways you could not even have imagined. I enjoyed both when my daughter Molly came home this past [...]
My youngest daughter turns 20 today and we marked the occasion earlier this week by sharing a couple of pints of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream and a fascinating episode of Chef's Table. Maybe we should have met the occasion of a young woman exiting her teens and an old mother marking the official end [...]
In 20 BC, Roman poet Horace wrote: Our sires’ age worse than our grandsires. We, their sons, are more worthless than they; so in our turn we give the world a progeny yet more corrupt. The sad human tendency to belittle subsequent generations has existed for more than two thousand years. These days, cranky elders [...]
Have you ever been to Punxsutawney? I have. That's how loyal I am to my fickle friend Phil. We share a fondness for random celebrations and burrowing on chilly February mornings. We're also legendary procrastinators, which is how my family holiday card came to celebrate the groundhog. Our tradition started because I kept putting off [...]
Although Molly B's name is no longer part of this blog, her presence definitely is. It wafts up the stairs of our house trailing delicious smells from the oven. It rests lightly on a new cutting board, patiently cooling while we stand near, forks at the ready, drooling. Molly has been home on winter break [...]
