I watch the young mother who lives near me and bite my tongue. As she searches for exactly the right school for her boys (just like I did), reads parenting books galore (guilty) and discusses the “right” approach for various tantrums (mea culpa), I feel like I’m watching myself about 10 years ago. Which reminds…
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Blink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
