Happy Nana
Saturday, 5-ish, I’m on the couch in the condo, reading, and I look up across the room to the doorway, just opened by Pater to my SIL and my daughter, holding Nola in her arms.…
View PostSaturday, 5-ish, I’m on the couch in the condo, reading, and I look up across the room to the doorway, just opened by Pater to my SIL and my daughter, holding Nola in her arms.…
View PostSo many of you offered solace or insight at my recent post disclosing a patch of sadness I’ve been going through as a late-middle-aged mother and daughter. I’m happy to note that the breach in…
View PostAlthough I don’t want to dwell on it too much, because it impinges on others’ privacy, I’ve been grappling with some intense, if occasional, sadness lately, sadness that seems to hit regularly on weekends when…
View Post> I’m not sure how I managed it, but I marked 85 (short, hand-written) essays over the weekend, went for one long run, had brunch with my extended family (mom, my uncle, my sibs and…
View PostTo my usual trepidation about posting What I Wore, I’ve added concern about having foolishly invited criticism through yesterday’s post. After all, if I can be so picky about a mere loose end . .…
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