My neighborhood has been teeming with
new blood for the past two weeks—not with babies but instead with baby-faced
The townhouse we’ll be moving from in two
weeks is just blocks from a college campus, and fresh-faced youngsters have
descended upon the area like locusts. The electrifying combo of fear and
excitement radiates off them like summer’s last heat.
The other day as I walked through the
heart of the urban campus on an errand, I couldn’t go more than 20 feet without
seeing another newbie in a “class of 2018” t-shirt walking my ...
Today marks the first day of school and
the official end to what I had dubbed the mother-daughter summer of fun. After
nearly three months of staying up late, sleeping in and pretty much setting our
own schedule, we must return to routine.
By the end of summer, we parents are
ready for school to begin. Busy as the school year is, its rhythm soothes us.
I’m ready for the new routine—ready to have time alone again during the day,
ready to start building my business, ready to not be my daughter’s primary
source of entertainment. Yet ...
This week my parents
celebrated 42 years of marriage. In a Facebook, my mother pondered if anyone
truly understands the promises they are making when they get married. Her
conclusion was that they don’t. Anyone who’s been married a decent length of
time would probably agree—I know I do.
I’m glad my parents
didn’t have a clue when they said their vows because they may not have followed
through. My childhood wasn’t exactly spent basking in the warmth of their happy
marriage. My parents wed at ages 19 and 21. They had me a ...
Yesterday I nearly had a panic attack
while watching a movie about pandas.
You might ask how cute, cuddly,
endangered pandas could cause anyone anxiety. Well, they are endangered, but
this angst was the self-centered kind not the I-must-save-the-world kind. The
answer is simple and stupid: It was the middle of the afternoon, and I was at
the public museum goofing off.
I had just dropped my daughter off for a
class taking place at the museum and had decided to use the two hours to
explore the place myself. I was hoping to take my mind off my lack ...
A year ago today, I woke
up for the first time in my Milwaukee home. I was excited about our new chapter
in life but also exhausted from the three-day drive across country and overwhelmed
by the unpacking.
Mostly, I was terrified at
having left behind a circle of friends that had taken more than a decade to
create. My emotional stability was in question—so I guess things were actually
pretty much the same as always but I worried about life without having dear
friends close by.
I was right to be concerned.
Only in the past decade has ...