I love my daughter’s friends. When she went away to school, I had no idea I would become so invested in the lives of her friends, but here we are. I pull for them at every given opportunity. Josie has very good friends from where we live, but when...
In honor of Independence Day. I thought I would tell the story of a trip to Chicago with my crazy family to see a play about our founding fathers. Yes, Hamilton. The play was brilliant. We were a mess. Warning: My sister, Jaime, wields the F-bomb...
I love books, but I’m weird about reading them. Not all books, but books by my favorite authors. I have to pace myself for fear of running out of their work. Larry McMurtry is the perfect example of this. He has been my favorite writer for more than...
I got a tattoo. Yes, I’m well aware that I’m 52 years old. If you have a problem with it, bite me. My tattoo is very special to me and millions of little girls everywhere. It is Princess Leia. It is a simple profile line drawing and yes, it has the...
There are certain things I want to like for a wide variety of reasons. Reasons such as, it’s fun or it’s good for me or even it’s just a way to pass the time. In my advanced age, I have realized, some shit just isn’t my jam. The latest addition to...
I have one child. My daughter, Josie, is now 18. She was adopted from China. We brought her home when she was 15 months old. I believe with my whole heart she was meant to be ours and there is not another child on the planet who would fit better in...
I have always bought my daughter educational gifts and toys. And books. Oh, so many books. At times some of my purchases may not have been age-appropriate, but she has always been an old soul. So, I never really worried about it. Once I was in...
Lots of things stink. I mean that literally, not figuratively. I was reminded of this recently in the car when my daughter took off her tennis shoes she has had for a while. A pair of cloth Nike’s that have gotten wet and dried on their own multiple...
One of my best friends recently called me giddy with excitement. What was bringing her this joy? A new wood turning class she had just started. The next day our other friend called me to ask me if I had heard the news about the class. The reason...
I was recently reading a book where the characters discuss their first memories. I don’t have a lot of early memories. The first really clear one I have; I would have been five years of age. That seems late, but I honestly can’t recall anything...