Back to The Mailbox

Listen, I wasn’t ready to be an empty-nester for at least another 10 years. This is all messed up.  The house is oddly quiet.  We’ve been here without kids before but this is different. Cassie the Dog doesn’t know what to make of all of it.  She’s been sitting next to me, looking at the

Saving Up

Today Julianna turned 9. Quite a year huh? I’ve been writing these birthday blog posts for a bunch of years for each girl.  I’ve always found that its a nice way to reflect on the year as it relates to each girl; to think about the struggles they’ve encountered, the victories they’ve achieved, and the

SPARK

I’d feel remiss if I didn’t mark today in someway and how it affects my daughters. Yesterday morning (November 8, 2016), the first thing Chloe asked was if Hillary had won.  She knew it was election day.  I explained that while Mommy and I had already voted, most people were going to vote today and

The Mailbox

Three and a half weeks ago, I wrote about what would be happening today.  Three and a half weeks from now, it will be done. I am waiting at the mailbox, both figuratively and literally, because that’s how I’ll know. We just dropped Julianna off at overnight camp.  Assuming all goes well, she will have

Packing for Camp

Three and a half weeks. In three and a half weeks we will drop Julianna off at overnight camp.  As an avid reader of this blog, you might remember a post I wrote 2 years ago about her first day at day camp.  That day went well. The day camp experience is very different than

That Flu By

Today Julianna turned 8. Yesterday she got the flu for the first time in her life so this isn’t the most exciting birthday she’s ever had.  I suppose your actual birthday is just a checkpoint on the road so, whatever, its just a day; a day that marks the end of a great year and

A. Brand Name

My Grandfather died today.  He was 97 years old and I can’t imagine what life would have been like without his influence; without his presence. We all have starting lines.  We have places where the family tree begins.  Certainly I’m aware that before my grandfather there were his parents and other people but I never

Barney Daffodil

On November 11, 2014, one year ago today, the world lost someone it barely had time to know:  Eddie.  He was just 18 months old. I started writing this post in February.  I normally spend about 15 or 20 minutes writing these but this one has been an exception. I’ve been friends with Eddie’s parents