Tag archives: letting go
It happens every September. That
moment when I notice how the sky has taken on a brilliant blue hue that happens
only in fall. The angle of the sun hits in a way that makes everything glow.
The air takes on a crispness even when the temps are high.
It’s at that moment each year when
my heart sings, full of joy I can hardly contain. Maybe it’s because I was born
in October, but fall has always been my favorite season. The world seems at its
When I entered my 40s two years
ago, I ...
When my husband suggested a staycation
earlier this year, I was skeptical—and a bit bitter about the prospect. It’s
been a number of years since we’ve had what I would call a vacation getaway.
However, a backyard vacation made the
most sense given that we didn’t want to leave our aging cat alone for an extended
period of time, and we have a basement we want to remodel this year. So we set
some ground rules: no checking in with work, no excessive computer use, lots of
dining out so there wouldn’t be a kitchen ...
How does one find oneself in the parking
lot of a retail store eating yogurt with a fork in her car?
Not a cup of yogurt, mind you, but a dinner-sized
yogurt-fruit-granola parfait. And the store was appropriately, in this case,
named Hobo, which is what I felt like huddled in the front seat, wondering
whether an officer would come knocking on the window asking what the hell I was
What I was doing was improvising. The
day hadn’t gone exactly as planned. My well-thought-out plan was this: a
morning lovingly sending my daughter off to school, followed ...
Today I mailed in the reply card for Prevention Magazine. Yep, I’m going to
subscribe to the magazine that 15 years ago, I thought was for old people.
Somehow I couldn’t resist their direct
mail piece. It wasn’t the headlines that got me (“Fight Fat After 40,” “Stop
Wrinkles Now”)—well, maybe they got my attention a little bit. It was the woman
on the cover. She appeared older than 40 and was definitely winning the battles
against fat, with a zestful smile and a body that looked strong enough to kick
Normally, I would ...
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 ...