A young friend of mine took a new job in Florida. My son is changing careers and is starting a new position. My nephew has been promoted. And I may have mentioned that my daughter Jordan landed a new job. These are a few of many people in my life who are changing gears in…
My friends told me about a tennis player named Debbie Disco. I did not believe them. “Debbie Disco plays for the league across town,” said one of my teammates. “I’m sure you’ve met her.” First: If I met a woman named Debbie Disco, I would not forget her. Second: I was raised by a practical…
It dawned on me that the mother of the groom has responsibilities tied to her son’s wedding.
Administrators of Grace Church School (GCS) in NYC published a language guide for altering everyday words and terms. The school issued a 12-page memo to students and parents to “encourage” all to adopt speech that conforms to gender identity philosophy. It actually suggests that students stop referring to their parents as “dad” and “mom.” I…
My neighborhood book club met last week to discuss Lady Clementine by Marie Benedict. Our host’s first question addressed Clementine’s parenting skills or lack thereof. That brief discussion threw us into a conversation about our own parenting. We asked ourselves: Do we play favorites (when it comes to our children)? Do we and/or our husbands favor girls…
My friends Dave and Donna emailed last week to let me know they had arrived safely back to their Kentucky home, not to be confused with “My Old Kentucky Home.” But then I can’t be certain. I have not seen their house. I can read your mind. I can. You’re thinking, “You’ve never been to…
Challenge for today: Sing, “It’s beginning to look like Christmas,” preferably aloud, but if you must, in your head works, too. Now, using the same tune, sing, “It’s the day before the day before Christmas.” Because that’s today. My mom believes the day before the day before Christmas is a holiday. Why else would she…
November has wound its way to Thanksgiving. I find myself looking for the little things, the things I take for granted for which I seldom give thanks. What I’ve found is, well, a lot. Oxygen. Never do I consider that I will turn in for the night and wake without fresh air to breath. For…
Four of my family members recently dined at a restaurant chain in the Tri-County area. I attended a wedding and could not join them. The dinner turned out to be one I’m glad I missed—at least the start of it. A man with six sons—aged 8 and under—waited to be seated ahead of my family.…
A few years ago, I fell on a tennis court and cracked my skull—on top, just behind the crown. If you figure out how I managed to do that, let me know. Anyway, I somehow wound up on my stomach, my head glued to the hard, blue surface. I thought, “If it could just be…
