The year the world turned 2000 I was 46. Midlife was upon me. A few people were stockpiling water and supplies, zealous about the world coming to an end. Others were impatiently awaiting spectacular fireworks on New Years Eve, toasting one another gaily with Dom Perignon. (Or perhaps a less pricey variety of the same …
My husband and I gave a Super Bowl party many years ago. We ought to have known better. Many of our friends aren’t football geeks like us. In fact, quite the opposite. We had invited about 30 people. Ten showed up, including us. Or at least, those were the ones who had arrived on time. Another 10 showed up …
We made it through my son’s college graduation. Pomp, circumstance and all. There was some kind of mace scepter that was ceremoniously carried across the stage. I don’t know what that was all about. Nor did the honorees seem to have a clue, or care. Must be something left over from Cornelius Vanderbilt’s days. Each …
I’m a bit nervous to write this post. Do you remember when your friends who had no kids, gave out free and usually critical advice about how you were parenting your child? That went over like a lead balloon. But I was asked to write it. A post about mothers-in-law, or in-law relationships in general. So …
I had a week-long celebration when I turned 50. I have seen pictures during the last event, and perhaps the party shouldn’t have quite gone on so long. But I was determined not to be like my mother. She didn’t let us speak to her about her 50th birthday. She showed up to help me …
