A few weeks ago, what we thought was going to be an enjoyable evening of watching our daughter participate in her first full-length cross-country race turned into us helping her leave the race venue after a painful, season-ending injury.
Thanks to a badly dislocated knee, Lilly’s schedule looks very different now than it did a few minutes before the race. Instead of running many miles every day with her teammates, she’s doing physical therapy over lunch and getting her knee iced after school.
A lot can happen in four years. Four years ago, my teenage daughters were 12 and eight. I was still struggling to figure out how to function best in my earlier-than-normal post-menopausal life. My mom was taking care of my dad more than he was taking care of her.
One of the fun things about being a parent of a newly independent driver is getting texts like this in the morning: “Got to school, almost ran over a girl who wasn’t watching where she was going but we both lived. (laughing/crying emoji, praise-hands emoji)” I know. This is how they …
The transition from summer to fall seems to take an awfully long time around here. The kids go back to school in mid August, which totally makes it seem like the new season is upon us. But then the thermometer keeps climbing back up over 90 with a frustrating degree …
Last week, my blogger friend Linda took the concept of a birthday list to a whole new level. Instead of sharing a collection of items she would love to receive from her family and friends when she turned 63, she perused her blog archives and came up with, as she described …
It was my daughter Molly’s favorite joke when she was small. “Knock, knock,” she’d say. “Who’s there?” we’d answer.