[The little graphic that I made is so Pinnable, isn’t it??]
This past week, I became a quinquagenarian. No—it’s not a new dietary category. It’s a person who is between 50 and 59 years old. Yep, I stopped being a quadragenarian and am now a quinquagenarian. (I love dictionaries!!!)
(I also love the F word, and I trust if you’re still reading this after my title, you can handle a few more of them below…)
While I’ve embraced my new kinship with Sally O’Malley, it hasn’t been without some complicated thoughts and feelings. Continue reading “How the F*ck Am I 50?”
The bittersweet reality of graduation
My son has attended school with roughly the same kids for 11 years, and now he’s nearing his eighth grade graduation. An epoch ago, the same held true for me. I graduated from the same school he is, and then I headed off into the great wide world.
It’s an emotional time. Not for him—at least not that he’s letting on yet—but for me. Continue reading “Graduation Day Nears…Not Just for My Son, but for Me, too”
26 letters of the alphabet results in hundreds of thousands of words–at least according to the Oxford English Dictionary. Those words can be strung together to say any number of things…like gazillions, probably. See, I’m not the greatest at math. Read my latest piece to run in The Huffington Post to know why.
Odd, anxious kid that I was, when the dog that I grew up with got older, I used to “practice” saying goodbye to her. I would think to myself, “What if this was the last time you’re ever going to get to pet her?” And…in those moments, I could never stop petting her until I let go of that morose notion. Continue reading “The “Lasts” Go By in the Blink of an Eye”
My new teenager (!?) and I enjoy listening to the radio as we tool around to the various places we go. One of the songs we both like these days is Lukas Graham’s “7 Years.” Though there is a line or two that we needed to discuss (smoking herb, etc.), we both hear and appreciate the story within Graham’s lyrics.
Continue reading “What Verse Are You Singing?”
If I want to ensure that a deep sigh billows out of my son’s mouth, all I need to do is begin a conversation with, “When I was your age…” and wait a beat. Whoomp! There it is! Few things are dependable in life, but this is one of them. Continue reading ““When I Was Your Age” and 4 Other Phrases Kids LOVE to Hear”