On the first day
It was Thanksgiving before I had a chance to take a deep breath and realize just why things felt so out of control. Because they were out of control. 2021 was a bad year for so, so many and The …
Maybe you can go home again
A 24 hour wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am (aside: that’s a horrible phrase, WTF) college visit to my alma mater behind us, I’m exhausted. Jack liked the campus, liked the program to which he’d been admitted, even liked the older than dirt dorms. To …
Back to College
We got one kid off to college and boom we’re in the thick of it again. I’m on the road with Jack tonight, traveling to my alma mater for his college visit. He’s already been accepted here, now it’s to …
This post doesn’t deserve a title
Oh right, now I remember why doing NaBloPoMo is so challenging! It’s every single day for a month! You’d think it’d be in the name or something as a reminder.
{2e Tuesday} Launching the twice-exceptional young adult
It’s not as though there’s a handbook to this young adult stage of life, and even if there were, our G2e kids are never in those books so it wouldn’t help anyway.
It’s the first day of November! You know what that means!
It’s a month of exciting opportunities! Time to loosen up the typing knuckles, talk to our imaginary friends, and let the razors pout in the corner.
Time has no meaning
And other things I’ve been telling myself Today’s the eleventy billionth day of March 2020 and you can’t convince me otherwise. The terrifying start of this never ending pandemic was yesterday and yet as distant as the discovery of fire. …
Return to familiar
I heard someone recently refer to this time as “returning to familiar” instead of “returning to normal.” I heartily agree not only because these times are anything but normal, but also because I’ve learned through hard-earned experience that normal is a candy-coated illusion.
A love story by the calendar
We interrupt this unplanned hiatus for a love story. Everyone appreciates a good love story, right? Fall 1992. I was practicing in the music building basement, because of course that’s where the practice rooms lived. We’d stumble up the stairs …