I Was Forty-Five at the Time

I started reading essays by Erma Bombeck ten years ago, by the glow of my daughters’ nightlight during a particularly difficult time in our lives. We were moving back to Cincinnati after our overseas assignment in Italy and living with my parents, since we had sold our house the previous year. What I had imagined to be a very romantic and adventurous experience just outside … Continue reading I Was Forty-Five at the Time

Throwing a Kid Party in the Middle of December is a True Delight.

Kate’s actual birthday is November 7 and we were supposed to have her birthday party way back in November. You know, before all of this Christmas shopping and before it started getting dark in the middle of the day and before the weather became garbage. But then she got the flu. And then, Thanksgiving. And then we had a lacrosse tournament. So we actually held her birthday … Continue reading Throwing a Kid Party in the Middle of December is a True Delight.

What I Want My Daughters To Know

When my oldest daughter was little, turning three, I had this great idea that I was going to write a letter to her and her sister every year on their birthdays. By the time they turned eighteen, I would give them this beautiful box filled with birthday letters. Doesn’t this sound amazing? They would open up the box and we would all be weeping at my … Continue reading What I Want My Daughters To Know