Warning: This story is not for the faint-of-heart and contains some slight, graphic detail. It is, however, much to the author’s chagrin, a true story. Proceed at your own discretion. There is nothing like a trip to the Emergency Room, on a Saturday night, no less, to bring a couple together. Talk about your perfect bonding experience. The day started pleasantly and productively with no indication that the evening would end with cross words, wounded pride, and hurt feelings. But …
Category: Family Affair
For as long as I can remember, people have told me that I look just like my mother. It happened again today via a Facebook post for her birthday. Someone who has never met my mother commented on how ‘you look just like your mother!’ I have heard it before and have always worn that compliment with pride. I have admired my mother forever, modeling myself after her kind, gentle demeanor, trying to be as patient and accepting of people …
Dedicated to Dad…the real captain of the ship, and to Mom, who kept the only known copy of this paper from my senior year in college Creative Writing class. At some point in our lives the notion of dog being “man’s best friend” is replaced, not by another animal, but by a beast of another sort – the automobile. No one is quite sure when this transition from the warm, loyal to the cold, expensive takes place, but it happens …
On the eve of my son’s birthday, I am reminded of the quiet that came before his birth. It was a calm, peaceful summer. I had nothing but time on my hands to prepare for the arrival of my first born, folding and refolding the tiny clothes I received at my showers, lining the drawers in the nursery with these itty-bitty clothes, selecting a beach-themed linen set as a nod to my favorite vacation spot, and waiting in anticipation for …
At certain times in our lives we are called upon unexpectedly to perform a task that might take us out of our daily routine, a task that might seem arduous yet necessary, a task we want to complete but we know will require time, energy, and patience, a virtue I pray for every day. Early last week, I found myself confronted with such a task that was going to require all these ingredients: time, energy, and yes, my least favorite …
I should have an undergraduate degree in laundry. I’ve spent more time in my laundry room than all the classrooms throughout my entire educated life combined. I don’t pretend to be an expert by any means, and I critique myself harshly without making the necessary changes, but I’m efficient and effective, if nothing else. And at the end of the day – or the week – it will all eventually get done. If I had to grade myself, I would …
