I’m a terrible sleeper. While I like to blame the pandemic and menopause, the truth is, I have always had trouble sleeping. As far back as...
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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...
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...