Category: adult children


Reflections from my Empty Nest

On Mother’s Day Mother’s day is different, somehow, when your nest is empty. Gone are the days of handmade cards with little handprints on them, or weeds picked fresh from the yard. Gone is...


About This Election

An Open Letter to my Adult Sons   Dear Boys, (regardless of your ages, you will always be my boys) Lately I have had discussions with each one of you concerning this year’s presidential...


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February 28, 1988 happened to be warm and sunny, unseasonably so; and since my husband had already taken the week off of work for our child’s birth, he and his buddy decided to go...