parenting

Thinking about how my dad’s much loved gadgets might help with my emotional regulation.

I’d tried everything to control the college situation except for letting go.

Is it past time for me to reexamine my assumptions about the economy, and the world?

10 years later, its purpose served, it was time. On the joys of cleaning up.

The nest is half-empty, and I’m figuring out how in the world I feel about it.

Coming to terms with the big changes ahead.

Somehow the college application process changed my daughter, charmed her really.

The kids, even in their terrible teens, so strongly want to revisit places that were “ours.”

Finding one’s place is an ongoing job.

Why do we pay taxes? What’s interest? Do you really need insurance to drive a car?

I’ve never been one to let a loose thread be.

Teleporting with the Hamilton Beach Model 10 “Malt Mixer.”

Why didn’t anyone warn me how brief the small kid phase is?

Or, why let a few incompetencies get in the way of the end of summer.

Thankfully we’ve got to quit and go to sleep once a day, with the chance to start again.