Wow, how an idea of a perfect weekend changes...it used to be sleeping late, brunch with friends, some afternoon exercise, date night, up really, really late and more sleep.

My best-in-a-long-time middle aged weekend came when the weather turned warm. It's been one of those busy springs at our house and the lawn was too long, the screens hadn't gone in yet, and really, the only word to describe the state of the house is "unspeakable." Like the kids' friends come to pick them up and I only open the door a crack and leave these adults on the front porch while I holler to their kids to get going.

So ... with full cooperation from my sainted husband, we divvied up the work in the house... Continue Reading

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It should be the big things that get to my heart, but it's always the small things.

At a confirmation service at St. Stephen's Episcopal Church in Delmar this weekend, it wasn't the Holy Spirit that moved me to tears as one of the newly annointed took a step forward in his spiritual life, but the quiet way his parents held hands as they prayed over their child.

It's a tough time of year for those of us with a wide streak of sentimentality, as high school seniors all over the state prepare for graduation. It's not even that big a year for us, since it's one more till Christopher graduates... Continue Reading

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Laundry, dishes, lunches, supervising homework, and oh, yeah, a job, too...you know the parenting drill.

But once in a while we get an excellent break from it all, like Chris' 25th college reunion in early June.

For the first half of our married life, plus the couple of dating years, we lived in New York City, where my friends from college, some of Chris' friends from college and his friends from law school all lived. We felt like we had the world by the tail -- even on the days when New York had a tight, anxiety-provoking grip on us. We laughed, we sang, we danced, we drank, we went to dinner, we laughed some more ..... Continue Reading

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Christopher and I had long-sleeved T-shirts that we called our "star shirts." Chris and I had purchased them on a vacation the three of us took when Christopher was not quite 2.

Even when he started nursery school when he was 3, the sleeves were kind of long on him and I'd roll them up every time he wore the shirt.

I remember being at his school one day, my turn to be the visitor in the classroom. After snack and juice, Christopher got up and threw out his little plastic cup, which the edge of the sleeve of his star shirt was touching.

I was amazed - at home, he simply left stuff wherever it was... Continue Reading

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