The Woman at the Bus Stop

I am sitting in the bus station, waiting for my daughter to arrive. I am alone except for a young mother who is sitting way over in the farthest corner. Her son is perhaps two-and-a-half, maybe three years old, and he is a handful.

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A Few Things You Should Know About Me Before We Get Married

I hate to cook. I mean, really, really hate to cook. Given the choice between cooking for four people or washing dishes for 100, I will take the dishes, every time.

My Search for Mindfulness: Learning to be in the Moment

There is so much out there, these days, about being mindful; about being in the moment. There is even a Mindfulness for Dummies book (I confess that I have it on my bookshelf although I have yet to read it).

Looks Can Be Deceiving

I remember the first time my mother made lasagne, back in the mid seventies.

More Cowbell…

It is a parent’s job to embarrass their kids. And it’s a kid’s job to be embarrassed by their parents.

The List (Confessions of a Neurotic Mother)

Confession number one: I was an uptight mother.

I Hope You Have Changed

My mother is the Queen of Stain Removal.