No matter how long I’ve been a parent, I’m still capable of being astonished by my own adult children. And let nobody tell you that “adult children,” that ultimate oxymoron, aren’t still works in progress.
No more first days of school at our house.
It’s well after midnight, and I was in the kitchen enjoying a private binge of frozen cake straight from the package. I’m was feeling out of control, fat and guilty. My husband stumbled in, looking a bit panicky.
One of the sobering realities of growing older is the recognition that there are paths you’ll never wander again — that you swore you’d never want to.
Just in time for the holiday when we give thanks and eat lots of yummy food is the movie that makes Thanksgiving a holiday to be dreaded. That is if you a have a loud-mouthed twin sister named Jill.