I found a basket of memories yesterday, and I sat on the closet floor and enjoyed them for a while. Time stood still, and then pleasantly rolled backwards as I sifted through sports buttons from all those frantic years of active parenting. All four of my kids played on teams with varying degrees of talent [...]
My daughter would like her name back and I've been trying all summer to give it to her. I chose it carefully in 1998 -- Mary Margaret, after her two grandmothers, nicknamed Molly because her grandmothers happened to have two of the holiest names in the Bible and we wanted our daughter to have some [...]
I want to be a charging station, a place where the risk-takers and dreamers I've raised can come to fill up when their admirable efforts to forge their way in this old world drain them. I'll fight the urge to tether them here and I'll even offer a fast charging option, though I'd prefer a nice, slow power up based on pure love and belly laughs. We'll sit around a table thick with memories, push aside Grandma's well-used dinner plates, and talk the way we did when they were young and squeaky voiced, but still so very sincere.