Parenting is hard

It's St. Patrick's day. In 1984, my oldest child was born. I remember checking into the hospital and the nurse saying I would be having a  St. Patrick's day baby and in honor of that, they would be tattooing a shamrock on the baby's butt. Whether my serious expression was primarily fear of this whole…

Valentine’s day follow-up

I am at my employment job today despite it being President's Day - small businesses seem to vary on whether or not this is a holiday. Here, it's considered a prep and a clean-up day, plus the staff get some extra surprise on their paychecks on Friday. Who knew? This is also my first Valentine's…

Happy, happier, happiest

I had coffee with a friend today, in the middle of the afternoon, just because I could. I actually stuck with tea, but still ... it's the spirit of the seeing a friend, not the actual beverage that counts. My pal is an old college chum from one of my 30-something returns to college pursuits. A…

Family

Every now and again I am asked to speak to another family about the loss of their child. To be a compassionate ear. As someone who has been through that type of heartbreak, I simply cannot say no. I figure it is a small way for me to pay it forward, a drop in the…

My demon resurfaces

I do not speak of my childhood abuse here because it's an ugly subject and I hate talking about my experiences with it. It is my demon to bear as best I can while continuing to live a happy, contented life. Besides, I have way too much other real-time, happening now, thinking about it and…

Sentimental sappiness

M and I are not an especially romantic couple in most traditional senses of the word. We are very loving and attentive to each other. PDA is not an issue. Birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries/Valentine's day, other "just because" occasions are not occasions we celebrate with romantic trappings. I guess we have always been practical about these things.…