On Going Home…

I often hear my friends talk about going “home” for visits and holidays.  I know that they mean going to their parent’s homes, maybe their grandparent’s, or to other relatives that live in their home towns.  Hearing that has always gnawed at me, mostly because I was jealous.  I haven’t had a “home” to go…
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On 25 Years Without A Father…

I am the baby of my family. A tail-ender far removed in both age and memories from my older siblings. My parents were forty years old with five children when I showed up in 1971, and they had to “start all over again”.  I was in my early elementary years when my last sibling graduated…
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On Being An Empty Nester…

I am an empty nester.  My boys have both moved out into their own places, living with roommates and leading very busy lives.  I am proud that they are independent young men who are out making their way in the world.  I am thrilled that they are both happy and healthy and leading fun and…
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On 20 Dresses And A Pair Of Jeans…

I’m guessing that when I die, my obituary will undoubtedly mention that I was a bridesmaid — many, many times. Twenty, to be exact.  And sort of twenty-one.  I was in wedding #19 last October, and yesterday the couple had a belated wedding reception.  I was present in my role as my friend’s bridesmaid.  I…
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On “Mom Shaming”…

About a year ago, I was at a business dinner in Minneapolis.  I was with a group of about 15 people, a mix of men and women.  Some people I knew better than others, but there was no one there I knew very well on a personal level.  During our salad course, I was asked…
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