Three years ago, when I met someone 21 years my junior in an online class, I never thought we’d become close. Each week in a writing class, we filled the video call with highly personal details about our lives as we learned how to tell our stories. We spilled our emotions in front of dozens
I usually tell my kids they can travel to places I’ve already been when they are older. I started traveling as a teenager in high school and never stopped and my travels have taken me all over the world. In my quest to see and experience as much of the globe as possible, I am
My family had an exceptionally busy spring. This year, we threw in an early college graduation, a high school graduation, and a wedding. Each week was full of senior events and wedding plans. I was tired. My kids were tired. As much as we wanted a family vacation, the idea of planning something felt overwhelming.
At 41, after years of chronic back pain, postpartum depression, and the consuming demands of motherhood, I did what I thought was impossible: I found my way back to the sport that shaped me. My journey back started with a Google search for “adult gymnastics.” I had no idea that it existed. That was the
When my son was in sixth grade, he looked at me one afternoon in our garage while I was unloading groceries and said something I never expected to hear. He said, “Mom, you’re not going to make me go to college, are you?” I paused, unsure of the answer. He was 12 years old. College
My husband looked at the towels spread across our back porch. “Why paper making?” My 13-year-old didn’t even hesitate. “Paper is so cheap,” he said. I had spent nearly two hours on my knees on the hot concrete, scooping watery paper pulp into a frame, sponging out the excess water, and laying each fragile sheet