Fifteen
So my baby is 15 today. The boy who made me a mom, who dragged me into the life of giftedness and advocacy and writing, the boy who made Calvin a real life child in my life…is 15. And, of …
Everyday Life
Living with teenage tech support
If you can handle the adolescent smugness and middle-aged feelings of inadequacy, I highly recommend having teenaged live-in tech support. Andy fixed my website. It’s all downhill from here, folks. I already don’t know which remotes and buttons and in which …
Reflections on a decade of blogging
One week ago I hit a milestone anniversary and, true to course, totally overlooked it because 1) I suck at memorable dates unless I’m married to you or pushed you through the lady bits and 2) please see item number …
What a difference a year makes
I was sitting and thinking the other day (dangerous, I know) about change, and just how much change we’ve seen here the last few years. And for the first time, I wasn’t angry about it. I just sat with it, and …
From annoying to absurd
The other day I had to buy printer ink. I tend to run the printer dry, get pissy that printouts have all the color saturation of glass, and eventually make the trek for replacements. After shelling out the cost of …
Another 25 Things I Want My Sons to Know
My dear boys, I realized I had more to tell you. Hunker down at my feet, young ones, and feed upon my wisdom. Remember that every person you meet, nice ones and mean ones and pretty ones and plain ones and …
25 Things I Want My Sons To Know
Boys, you’re at an age when you should start learning some things from your parents that may not have been covered previously. Yes, we’ve made sure you were potty trained before school and that seatbelts are non-negotiable, but sometimes the …
Living with a teenage troll, the sequel
Give me strength. I mean, for chrissakes, it was my birthday. And, on the 42nd anniversary of my entrance onto this planet, I spent a huge amount of time in the car, driving Andy to and from a birthday party a million …
If you can’t say something nice…
If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. That’s what we all learned growing up, isn’t it? Kind of a keep the peace sort of thing. This is why I tend to keep my mouth shut an awful …
Invisible does not mean fictional
“I don’t believe gluten-free is as necessary as some people claim. Food sensitivities? No, that’s just a picky eater. You’re being played.” “Chronic Fatigue Syndrome? Oh, that’s just a made up thing. Just get more sleep. I’m tired all the …