I was thinking about him yesterday. No particular reason. I think being pregnant did it, maybe. I’m sentimental enough on the average day, but throw in gestation and I’m pretty much a sodden Kleenex. This baby is a son, another son, and as I interlace my fingers around my burgeoning belly I think of how…
Coda
I got home from Pittsburgh – a 12 hour trip overall, given a long wait time at the airport (not many flights to Mobile) during which I billed some much needed hours. My back is killing me from the plane. We bolted down a quick dinner and then the husband rushed out the door to…
Thirty Five
I turned thirty five over Labor Day weekend. We traveled up north to watch the home team play the first college football game of the season, and it was epic in both good ways and bad: BAD: The husband was out of town, so getting out was an Endeavor. After staying up late finishing…
Another Open Letter Post
So I’m sure you’ve all read that open letter that has almost certainly by this point mortified the teenaged sons of the mother who wrote it (side note – as the kids get older, they’ll appear here less . . . this is the reason). A number of folks have written their own reflections on…
Fishin’, and Other Diversions
In about a week, I will be an age that rhymes with schmirty schmive. I am way too old to love my birthday but I still do. I occasionally feel anxious about mortality, an aging body and its attendant aches and pains, and I definitely tug at the loose skin around my neck and arms…