Before I say anything else, let me state clearly that I am a firm believer in the idea that once one reaches adulthood, one can no longer blame things (the state of one’s life, the quality of one’s life, how one “turned out” or damn near anything else) on one’s parents and one’s upbringing. That was then, this is now –...

Oldest Son turned 20 Saturday, the 1st. I called him as soon as I woke – it was 7:15am. He, of course, didn’t answer (no one but mom gets up that early on a Saturday!) so I sang him “Happy Birthday” and told him I loved him and to call me later when he woke. He called much later, dinner time, actually. He was lamenting how his birthday...

Ok, he said Saturday afternoon, “I’ll call you.” Hmmm….maybe I should’ve asked, “When?” Called HIM Monday night, no answer, no return call. Oy. If he’s scared and wants to put the brakes on or even flip this thing in reverse – fine. I’m a big girl – just tell me that and for my part, our years of...

Old Friend showed up unannounced this afternoon to get his gold watch, that for reasons unknown and unimportant to me, he keeps at my house. When I answered the door, I was surprised to see him. He came in, asked if he could have his watch (he’s come and gotten it to wear and brought it back a few times,) so I went and got it out of my dresser for him. When I came...

Talked to BabySis today. She was venting about BabyHubby. He tosses dirty clothes in the general direction of the hamper; 10% hit rate, if she’s lucky. He NEVER scrapes or rinses his dishes before depositing them precariously in the sink, further cementing BabySis’ distinct lack of love for doing dishes. He takes the trash out on trash days (Tues &...

Old Friend came by unannounced last evening (something relatively new for him) making small talk about my neighbors (mutual friends) having left on a week long vacation, and after awhile, under his breath, asked if he could come back later, after the kids were in bed. Music to my ears, I said, “Please!” I had been really missing him, even though I had...

My darling daughter has the capacity to push me to the very limits of my sanity. And push, push, push was she last night. Talking back, overtly ignoring directions, throwing attitude like the most unruly of teens – at 8. She knows ‘the rules’. She knows what she can get away with and what will bring a visit from ‘Mommy-Dearest’. Now I...

Ok, so I’m in a mood today. And I hate it, because I feel all discombobulated about nearly everything – can’t tell which end is up on anything. This is probably not a good way to start out a blog, but it’s real, so it qualifies in my book. In fact, let me make you a few promises right off the bat: 1. I will always speak my truth, whether I...