“Please exit through the rear doors.” Now, this is an example of clear instructions. It’s short, to the point, and can’t be misunderstood, right? Right? Let me bring you on a journey. The protagonist? Me. The setting? A NYC bus. The occasion? My first trip to the Big Apple. As I’m adept at getting around…
“I have bad news.” At that, I looked up to find my 20 year old son walking slowly into the kitchen, cupping his hands around something. He approached me and opened his hands to reveal the treasure inside: a tri-color fidget spinner, with one corner snapped off. It only took a second to recognize this…
“I’ll be right back.” And with that, my daughter got up from her zero gravity beach chair and made her way over the sandy beach to the facilities. I was lying back in my chair, taking in the sound of the waves and the distant seagulls calling out on this spectacular – albeit windy –…
When I was young, my hair was so thick that I snapped banana clips. I can still remember the impressive way each half would fly in different directions. I could get a claw in part of my hair, to do the “Elaine from Seinfeld” hair, but a banana clip holding all my hair? Impossible. My…
Mom’s Point Of View: Have you ever spent hours at the beach soaking up the sun, and realized you’re starving and ready for some beach pizza? Nothing beats that, other than acquiring said pizza and sitting down to eat it in peace on a bench by the waves. My daughter and I found ourselves in…
“That’s my mom!” With that triumphant announcement, a little boy jumped out of the line of students filing past me, his bright blue eyes lit up like the sun as he smiled at me. He ran over and hugged me fiercely before rejoining his classmates as they walked to the lunchroom. One more time he…
Your voice is echoing down the hall as you laugh, the kind of belly laugh that makes everyone around want to join. I’m laughing as I run behind you in this game of hide-and-seek-and-chase. I watch your light blonde waves bounce in the sunlight from the window, and as you round the corner your face…
The woman sat at the edge of the pond, her feet just inches from the edge of the water. As she sat in the glow of the late summer afternoon, Rose adjusted her perch on the tree stump, wondering if she should have brought a chair. “I’m getting too old for this,” she muttered out…
Today’s post is brought to you by the series finale of Stranger Things. No, really. Don’t worry – there are no spoilers. How are you doing, Gen X? I’m emotionally wounded by the weight of it all, and after an entire day of trying to process, I might be ready to approach it. The brilliance…
How did I find myself struggling to keep up with a crowd of young adults on a steep hill at a local college? My absolute refusal to appear weak or – gasp – old had me powering up the hills at the college my son was visiting and refusing to show weakness or even breathe…
