They always say the teen years are hard, and you nod the same half-hearted nod you did when, as a mother of a tantruming toddler, they used...
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I love bourbon. It is pure perfection. Just all that goes into its existence is Harry Potter-level magic. Whiskey has been a part of my...
At dinner time two nights ago, my two high school daughters told a hilarious tale: School elections had been coming up to decide who would...
When the fall of 2020 came, rather than risk all those dreaded zooms again, I pulled my youngest out of her school and have since been...
My mom’s handwriting, even after all this time, is still as recognizable to me as my own. Mama’s handwriting, I always felt, was indicative...
It was her 15th birthday. We drove out to Sonoma to spend the day, passing through vineyards, and the shadows of trees; Their light...
Sometimes in life you live out a story you’re sure you will never be able to forget. For Christmas, all my husband, Justin, and son-in-law...
Between sips of Folgers from their lipstick rimmed styrofoam cups, my grandmother and some of her sisters held court and gossiped...
It feels like this cycle has become our way: She does well, she is smiling big, she talks freely about her day, but then the tendrils of...
We both have old eyes, eyes that have seen too much. Sad brown eyes that glint with golden flecks – when the sun hits them just right...