Rescue Dog
Nicole worries that I am disappointed in her. I try to convince her that is not the case. I may have made some headway with this conversation: (Nicole) Copper got into the food in...
Nicole worries that I am disappointed in her. I try to convince her that is not the case. I may have made some headway with this conversation: (Nicole) Copper got into the food in...
As well as buses, feet, and kayaks. Those are the modes of transportation Meagan and I used while I visited her in DC this weekend. First I took the Boston Express bus from Tyngsborough...
There are many lasts in life where you wish someone or something had tapped you on the shoulder and said “This is it. Enjoy it. Appreciate it. Remember it.” Teaching your youngest child to...
The girls are going to see Beyonce again, and Nicole owes me for her ticket. So, I’ve been having her work around the house and yard. So far she has washed cabinets, cleaned the...
Another emotional event in the month of May. This time Heather’s graduation. First, a little bit about #10. She is quite a bit like me. The determination, the high standards, the withering stares when...
It’s now official. My daughter is smarter than me. She received her masters this past weekend, and this is the stack of books I found on her desk: Of course, the fact that she...
To my mother who was a far better mom than she gives herself credit for. And it’s a little scary how much like her I am. Quote in Saturday’s Globe: “If you want to...
Meagan made a quick trip up from DC, so we headed into Boston for the afternoon on Sunday. We ate, toured Fenway, walked around the Common and Public Garden, and ate again. Fenway I...
A (forced) guest post by my daughter Meagan. I recently got back from a trip to Istanbul, Turkey (my first voyage across the Atlantic!) I’m not sure who was more worried, my mom or...