No offense to any octogenarians out there. I’m just not ready to be you yet.
“Mom, what’s a lesbian? … Someone at school called me one, and I want to know what it is.”
It’s time to dust off those shelves that never see a dust rag, clean out those kitchen cabinets and my clothes closet.
Gone are the days and the rule that says you can’t wear white until after Memorial Day.
Get inspired to take part in April Acts of Kindness Month.
I’m tired. I’m large. I’m sick and tired of being large.
Tag Archives: memories
Paula Lavigne knew her baby, Wyatt, was dying in 2010, and she kept a journal to remember his short, happy life. Now a burglar has stolen the two notebooks.
Some of the things Mom did were horrible, but they left lasting impressions.
I interviewed my kids. I can’t wait to look back on how much they’ve grown and how their answers change.
By the third child, forget the baby book. And I never thought I would be guilty of this sin of multi-child parenting.
My childhood house was sold and my childhood went along with it.