Notes from an almost-empty-nester
H wakes up and feels around for his glasses. With an eye-power somewhere around minus eight, he can barely locate his own face. With his other hand, he grabs his headphones. Then comes the phone. A few taps and the music begins to play. Only then does he get out of bed and head to the washroom.
Continue reading “Holding on to the music”
Teens, I feel, are a much-maligned tribe, unfairly so. Of course they test your patience, empty the fridge, never empty the dust-bin, mess up the home and your schedule too. Teens mean smelly socks, empty juice cartons, shut doors, noise and drama, lots of drama….
Continue reading “Ten reasons it’s good to have a teen or two”
If we were having coffee I’d tell you what huge sighs of relief we’ve all been exhaling since the children got through their boards.
Continue reading “If we were having coffee together – 10”
Growing older is the best thing that happened to me. There’s something wonderful about it, something amazingly freeing. It has taken away my self-consciousness, removing the pressure of fitting in and looking good, making me comfortable in my skin, more comfortable with my ‘fat’. Yes, I said it – the F word.
Continue reading “Growing older is a gift”
And just like that, the twins are through with grade 11.
It sounds amazing when I hear myself say it – they’ll be 17 this year. Even more unbelievable is the fact that this blog has gone on for as many years. There have been fits and starts and gaps and breaks, okay whole huge chasms sometimes, between posts but I’m glad I keep finding my way back here.
Continue reading “Landmarks”