Disclaimer 1: It wasn’t really Christie Brinkley, with or without Billy Joel. The real Christie Brinkley is nearing 60, and wouldn’t have been in my local opera house in row 8 with a 12-year old young girl as a companion. She’d be in a New York or Los Angeles opera house, on opening night, with […]
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Sitting Behind Christie Brinkley at the Ballet
Posted in Beauty, Emotions/Inner World, Femininity, Marriage, The Arts, Theater on June 5, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Musical Interlude
Posted in Beauty, Friendship, Midlife, Music, Poetry, Women, Youth on May 28, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
A while back, I attended a house concert that proved to be an unexpected delight. The evening was a perfect combination of youth, beauty, music, a glass of unexceptional red wine (as far as I can tell, large pot-luck events seem to yield an abundance of unexceptional wines, and the one I contributed was no […]
Double Digits
Posted in Boys, Children, Growing up, Mothers, Parenting, Sons on May 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
My son is now 10, and inching closer to his “tweens” – a word that didn’t exist to describe my own years between childhood and adolescence. Does that mean I didn’t experience my own tweens or simply that no one recognized the unique development conflicts in the years of burgeoning independence and dependency? If […]
Pearl of Wisdom from a Mom I Know
Posted in Children, Friendship, Mothers, Sons, Wisdom on March 20, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
My son has a friend he met two summers ago at a week-long summer camp. Our families live on opposite sides of town, their house perched at the edge not only of our city but seemingly the edge of the continent, looking out over a span of water that feeds into the Pacific Ocean. The […]
"Maybe you could write about that . . ."
Posted in Emotions/Inner World, Mothers, Parenting, The Genders, Writing on March 9, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Last night, in those few precious moments before bedtime when there’s not a single chore remaining for me to ask him about, my son and I were taking just a moment to snuggle on the couch. I asked him to tell me something about him that I didn’t know – something he might not have […]