Jim blows through the door about 5:30ish with a big ambition of not only cutting the grass, but doing the trimming as well.
While driving Jayme back to Boston we were talking about what she hopes to accomplish during the next softball season.
A daughter realizes her dad's importance to others. Happy Father's Day!
I think I had an epiphany.
Jim and I clocked a major milestone in our life together. Thirty years of marriage ... it's mind-boggling.
I've come to realize that it's OK. It's OK that on the weekends we relax. For some time now I've struggled with guilt over relaxing.
I'm sitting here watching the Pit Bulls and Paroles marathon and crying. What am I supposed to do with my life? What is round two supposed to be?
I remember a time when a kiss, a hug and a band-aid would send the girls back to whatever it was they were doing.
Here I sit with the dog asleep across my leg and the house is eerily quiet. Some days, actually most days, I just find the TV annoying.
This blog is about the journey from being a full-time mom of two daughters to an empty-nest mom and beyond.
A mother watches her children grow up.
A city girl in a country garden
I’m surprised that not everyone shares my joy of voting. I have to admit that I was dismayed to learn that only about 15 percent of the electorate in Grafton turned out to vote.