Lauren, my web designer, is a special person. Her creativity and views on life delight me like a refreshing spritz of perfume. For a while my husband and I fantasized about having her “accidentally” meeting my son. Maybe sparks would fly. Maybe, maybe… Anyway, we like her that much. This morning I received an email from Lauren updating me on… Read More
Into thin air…
The boar-bristled brush grumbled through the mess known as my hair with a minimum of pain on this bed-head morning. Looking at myself in the mirror with a resigned shrug, I pulled the somewhat tamed tresses into a haphazard ponytail and called it good enough. A little lipstick, a caress of brown eye-shadow, and a dusting of powder on my… Read More
GPS Geese…
I’ve heard it said Minnesotans are obsessed with the weather far more than other parts of the USA. Maybe we are. I would argue that when you have to make a one hundred mile round trip drive to class, and the roads are unplowed, and the snow falling is so thick that the windshield wipers clog up and look like… Read More
A head start on childhood, one cuff at a time…
The exasperated father turns to his adult sons and says, “Fine. Because I retired today, the two of you can physically wrestle here and now for the company and for the house. Winner takes all.” The mother, listening in disbelief, snorts her disapproval because she wants both privileged sons—who are living at home and unemployed—to take the reins of the… Read More
A brief love…
My daughter often grimaces and says, “Ewwwww…” when she notes my husband and I acting, saying, or being mushy with each other. Although in truth, now that she has her own boytoy and home she is saying fewer “Ewww’s” and more “oh’s.” Maybe understanding is the byproduct of relationships that are healthy. So, I’m giving fair warning to her. “Sasha,… Read More
A gift worth returning…
In the syndicated cartoon “Zits” by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman the challenges of raising a teenage son in modern society echoes the challenges of generations past. Be it a room so messy the closet and bed are lost in the clutter, responsibility side-steps, or bewildering social behaviors, parents and child continue to grow within the relationship. Once in awhile… Read More
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