SAYING A FINAL GOODBYE TO MY FATHER-IN-LAW

SAYING A FINAL GOODBYE TO MY FATHER-IN-LAW

The sun was hot; incredibly hot.   As we placed the urn in the damp dirt of the small university town where he had taught physics for 40+ years, I remembered a man of impeccable integrity, subtle humor, and sheer goodness.  Then I held hands with Duncan and his family, and we sang, humbly, with only a few birds and the gentle wind as accompaniment...

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THE 7 THINGS I WISH I COULD HAVE TOLD MY NEW-MOM SELF

THE 7 THINGS I WISH I COULD HAVE TOLD MY NEW-MOM SELF

You become a mother in a split second.  There is no in between; no trainee status or learner's permit.  Only the before and the after. Some women are naturals, and find it exhilarating.  Others find it terrifying.  The rest of us are probably somewhere in between, depending on the day.  Or hour.   Or nap schedule...

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GRAND-BABY WATCH

GRAND-BABY WATCH

But most of all, up there in the attic, I felt a bittersweet, pull-at-my-heart tenderness, being so close to the tangible reminders of my children's childhood.  I was caught up in the midst of a time gone by, which seemed like yesterday, but that I knew could never come back.  Time had marched on.  I had grown older...

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HOW TO SURVIVE AN ALCOHOLIC MOTHER (WITHOUT HIDING UNDER THE BED)

HOW TO SURVIVE AN ALCOHOLIC MOTHER (WITHOUT HIDING UNDER THE BED)

They say your childhood has to last a lifetime.  If that's true, I'm in a world of hurt. My mom was an alcoholic.  Not the kind who gets sleepy, funny, philosophical, weepy, or syrupy (we all know that last type: "I love you, man!").  My mom just got mean.  Evil mean.  So mean that she actually flunked out of the acclaimed Hazelden 30-day inpatient alcohol rehab program and bragged about it.  The counselors were probably scared of her.  Everyone else was.  Even the dog.

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