My grown-up kids are coming for a visit this week. There will be just the three of us Peter, Christina and I. Read more.
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I Miss My Grown-Up Children — More Than I Can Say. Sheltering at Home Week 30
I last put my arms around Peter in January. He was here for his birthday, I haven’t seen him — or his sister — since. Read more.
Too Many Walls — and Not Enough Bathrooms — at Our House
Our house has too many walls. It was built in the 1950s when families wanted to close the door on the kitchen mess, and one upstairs bath was just fine. Read more.
When Your Sick Kid Is 28 Years Old and 2000 Miles Away
What do you do when you’ve got a grown-up kid in the hospital half a continent away? Jump on a plane? Stick by the phone? Read more.
Surprise! Here’s What I Wore to My Daughter’s Wedding
For my daughter’s wedding, I took a chance and had the tailor cut the elegant Adrianna Papell ball gown off at the knees. Here’s the result. Read more.
They Did It — They Got Married (And the Bride Was Beautiful)
The bride was beautiful. The setting was exquisite. The band kept everyone jumping. Everything a mother of the bride could hope for. Read more.
Revisiting My First Blog Post Ever — How the Selective Service Made a Man of My Son
The powers that be at the Selective Service System were after my son. Read more.