When my youngest daughter first left for college, my husband and I looked at each other and said, “What just happened here?” Empty Nest was unfamiliar territory for us. I dealt with it by developing a penchant for dry white wine and writing about middle-agedness and beyond. I started a blog called Surviving Empty Nest, wrote a […]
Surviving Empty Nest: Dorm Shopping for Girls is Not for the Faint of Heart
Another from my Surviving Empty Nest series of blog posts, reprinted here. ~ ~ ~ I thought I knew everything about buying dorm room necessities. I knew squat. I had installed two boys into dorm rooms multiple times. I had been lulled into thinking that all college kids were as simple as Medieval priests or Peace Corp volunteers or […]
Surviving Empty Nest: In the Night Kitchen
From my old blog Surviving Empty Nest, reprinted here for your reading enjoyment. ~ ~ ~ This morning I solved another case of What Did the Kids Do While I and the Rest of America Slept: They ate $150 worth of food and drank a half gallon of milk and a bunch of Diet Pepsis and Frappuccinos. […]
Surviving Empty Nest: Welcome to My Life and Yours
When my youngest daughter first left for college, my husband and I looked at each other and said, “What just happened here?” Empty Nest was unfamiliar territory for us. I dealt with it by developing a penchant for dry white wine and writing about middle-agedness and beyond. I started a blog called Surviving Empty Nest, wrote […]
Messing Up Communion
A friend was telling me that he went to his nephew’s wedding recently and labeled himself and his pew-mates as heathens because they “bungled communion.” I can relate. I no longer take communion in churches where I’m not absolutely positive of the rules and regulations, and I no longer listen to the advice of my […]
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette
For the record, I was never a smoker. My lungs should be as pink and soft as the inside of a baby kitten’s mouth, minus the sandpaper tongue and hairballs. And if they’re not, I blame not the second-hand smoke of my mom from birth to 18 or the second-hand smoke from most of my […]