Everyone I know is bemoaning the end of Summer. The kids don’t want to go back to school, teachers don’t want to return to work, and moms are complaining about having a steady routine again and the challenges associated with taxing kids around to various after-school activities. Plus, NO ONE wants to even think about […]
I used to be the one speaking to my child in a honeyed tone, dispensing treats to keep him quiet and happy. I was the one giving my kids clipboards with letters on them, asking them to find objects that began with those letters. I went to the grocery store equipped with a barrage of ammo to keep one in the kid carrier and one attentively walking beside me.
“…crafted just down the road from me in Madison, NJ. This crazy-delicious bar is “hot & spicy,” as the packaging promises. It’s a smooth dark chocolate with chipotle chili and tart, tasty bits of cranberry.”
Driving on a long, leafy stretch of road between Morristown and Randolph the other day, blissfully alone, I popped on the radio and heard a gorgeous live cover of “Angel from Montgomery”. It was almost as lovely as the original version sung by Bonnie Raitt, and it had the same immediate effect on me: I […]
Yet sometimes I wonder if I selfishly just want to be with the kids a little more. After all, in seven years, Junior will be graduating from high school, preparing for college. Or perhaps I’m afraid of having nothing to say to other adults. To some degree, I feel I’ve lost the ability to communicate freely with anyone over the age of 10. That’s sad.