Can a bauble get you through a tough week? Sure. Shamelessly.

I’ve never been a believer in talismans. You can keep your rabbit’s foot and lucky penny. I shake my head when a pro baseball player feels compelled to perform rituals before he bats. Does the tap to the forehead and scratch of the nose really play into his homerun stats? Doubtful. But I get what…

Less than perfect is the new perfect

Back off, Martha Stewart. And you too, Real Simple magazine, with your deceptively “simple” crafts, recipes and organizing projects for my home. Where is the magazine for single parents? You know, the one that would never THINK of telling you that planning your recipes for the week is not only essential, but easy. The one…

Befores and Afters: Conclusion

When you return to your mother at the hospice, she is visibly changed. You are with her on one of her worst days; the whole day she is grabbing at her clothes and you, trying to get out of bed, frantic to go, not at all lucid. On your last visit, you were able to…

The changing of the guard

My thoughts are swirling after spending a day in my childhood home, which is now about to become someone else’s childhood home. My sisters and I spent a day going through the last bits of the life my parents had made. Not technically “the” life, of course. That life died with my parents. But, the…

Christmas by Cody

His name is Cody. And he schooled me today. Boy, did he ever. I walked into Best Buy a gaming system virgin. Yes, folks, embarrassing to admit this at my advanced age, but it’s true and I’m not ashamed to say it. I walked out more worldly. And it only took 25 minutes. There I…

Yes, Virginia . . .

He so wants to believe. He wants the magic to be real. Don’t we all, really? My eight-year-old has been practicing his stealth ninja walk for weeks now, thinking that he’ll trip a certain someone up when presents are being laid under the tree on December 24. He’s just not sure which certain someone he’ll…

Come on baby, light my fire

My head is in the fireplace. Literally.  IN the fireplace. And I’m thinking maybe I’m just the teensiest bit out of my element here. Not only is my head in the fireplace, I am swearing under my breath. Furiously. Yes. Much swearing. It was a good idea in theory. Get the Christmas spirit going in…