We have “conversation starter” cards on our dinner table and every night we draw a card or two and go around the table and answer the question presented. Topics range from “if you could change one thing about your school, what would it be?” and “how do you think your life is different from your grandparents?” Continue reading
I never go into Chicago during the week, but found it necessary on Friday. I needed to visit some hotels as part of planning a work event. It was bitterly cold, and I knew the city, true to form, would bring an unforgiving wind. I planned the trip to avoid as much commuter traffic as possible, scheduling my first meeting for 10:30. Continue reading
We can be in constant damage control mode. Or we can get in a healthier lane and run.
I was walking to Quentin’s classroom at day care to pick him up. His former teacher from last year poked her head out of her classroom and stopped me, saying “I just have to ask, are you pregnant?” Continue reading
On my bed is a pillow that says “Always Kiss Me Good Night, Always Kiss Me Good Morning.”
If it is not my night to tuck in the kids, I lie in bed. Eventually, they come out of their room, usually one at a time, for “last hug and kiss.” Continue reading
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”
I thought maybe I could spent these first few months focusing very little on my pregnancy; at least until I am further along and have a clearer picture of what is in store for us. Other than the constant nausea, it had been easy to ignore for a few weeks. But now into week 10, there is a more daily presence. Continue reading