there will be blood

I didn’t go into parenting with the intention of becoming the breaker of hearts. To be the dasher of young dreams. But it seems it’s a role I am destined to play. Take yesterday for example: I was lying on my bed working Grey Gardens-style — with my laptop, assorted papers, reading glasses and KindleRead more…

Tradition

I ran out to the CVS in town around dinnertime last week to pick up some graduation cards and on the way home, I drove past the middle school and immediately began to cry. Sloping up the school’s lawn, in front of the big white gazebo and under a perfect June sky, were the familiarRead more…

winter is coming (and it’s only memorial day)

I was lying on a bed in a hotel room in the-middle-of-nowhere Virginia last week, waiting for my daughter to finish her final exam for the semester, when I posted the following on my Facebook wall: “Winter is coming.” And I know that Memorial Day is here, and maybe I’ve been watching way too muchRead more…