Two weeks ago my family – including my husband and sons, my sister and her family, my brother and his wife, and my parents – descended on the greater San Antonio area to celebrate my mom’s 60th birthday. It had been a trip that was years in the making, with…
Hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action. – Ralph Waldo Emerson The piles are everywhere. Wet, sloppy snow is piled up outside my windows. Remnants of warmer days – patio furniture, the grill, a stray soccer ball – are all locked in place by shackles of white…
I spent most of this afternoon in the veterinary clinic’s loud lounge area, awaiting news about our dog’s health. I passed the time by trying to read, checking the clock every few minutes, squirming in the hard wooden bench, tapping my foot nervously, and drumming my fingers impatiently. After the…
Author’s Note: This post appeared at the Huffington Post on December 31, 2012. You can read and comment there as well. And, as always, please spread the word and share far and wide. ******************* I don’t set New Year’s resolutions. They never seem to work for me. Instead of kick-starting…
This past weekend I hosted a baby shower for one of my oldest and dearest friends. After the busyness of the party preparations, hosting obligations, and clean-up passed, I had a few minutes to think about this new person that will soon be welcomed into a family and into the…
“It’s not 7:00 yet, Jack,” I murmured groggily. Slowly, but quietly, my son plodded out of our room and I heard his bedroom door gently shut. Soon – too soon – he returned, however, crawling into our bed, elbows stabbing my eye and knees pushing into my side. “It’s 7:00,”…