At 50, I have two teenage daughters coming of age in a world where women and men are still not equal. Not even fucking close.
My cousin taught me to love the act of cooking and entertaining. She made me realize that it doesn’t always have to be a fancy tablecloth or state-of-the-art appliances to make dinner perfect.
I am so grateful for these women and their families. Sometimes, I don’t believe that my daughters and I would have survived the hardest moments without them.
These past few years since losing my husband have been difficult, and fraught with many challenges along the way. As I began to emerge from the dark tunnel that I found myself sloshing through, I realize that I am lucky, and I am grateful
A widowed mom writes a letter to her daughter on her 18th birthday…
My first thought as I looked at our table was, “Well, this is very Modern Family”. The widow with the divorced guy and four daughters between them, some with significant others, one being same-sex.
Every parent does it. We actively (and often aggressively) teach our children life lessons –the ins and outs, the rights and wrongs, the dos and don’ts…
I believe a parent feels it in their soul when their child is in the wrong place. Staying or leaving, you need to make the choice that is right for your family. Drown out all the other noise.
My guy and I have climbed many mountains, been bruised and battered. We have fallen and gotten back up again…together.
I don’t see 18 when I watch her sleep. I see the tiny spiral her hair still makes at the top of her forehead. I see the dimple that miraculously never disappeared behind her left shoulder.