Dear Anne, If you looked for me at the wedding reception last weekend, chances are you would have found me on the dance floor. You know I always loved those party bands from our college days, and when Alex and Jack first got engaged, I knew I wanted to spring for a great band for… Continue reading I Hope You Dance
Dear Anne, It’s that time of year, when moms in various states of distress, pride and panic post pictures of college drop off. I’ve gone through it three times now, and I admit that my reaction, especially at the last one, was more excitement than anxiety. (Freedom, sweet freedom!) I’ve witnessed a range of reactions… Continue reading What, Me Worry?
Dear Anne, It’s been a week of revolving doors around our house. I walked in the door from my trip to “America’s Favorite Bridge Tournament” in Gatlinburg to a living room filled with boxes and furniture, three extra cars in my driveway and a fourth dog in my kitchen. Jack and his girlfriend Alex had arrived… Continue reading You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello
Dear Anne, On the first day of 1985, I remember my mother saying to me, “This is going to be a big decade for you.” I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, because, like all most young people, I couldn’t fathom looking forward ten years. Heck, looking ahead the two years to college graduation felt like… Continue reading The Winds of Change
Dear Anne, “It’s great when you can sit down and have a beer with your kids.” About ten years ago I heard those words from my sons’ former fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Chestnut, a woman who exuded such wisdom and calm (a necessity teaching fourth grade boys, for sure) that she was something of a role… Continue reading Have a Beer With Your Kid–and Other Words of Maternal Wisdom
Dear Anne, It’s that time of the year again. Drive any highway and you will see minivans and family SUV’s loaded up with XL twin sheets, mini refrigerators and free-flowing maternal angst. Yes, it’s time for college freshmen to head to school. I’ve done that trip three times, our nest getting a little emptier and… Continue reading Oh, The Places You’ll Go! Dorm Room or Empty Nest?
Dear Anne, This weekend I drove almost eight hours down 95 to help move my baby boy into his first real apartment. He has an internship (paid!) in North Carolina and won’t be home for the summer, and probably never again for any significant amount of time. His childhood home is now for visiting, not for living in.… Continue reading Taking Mother’s Day on the Road