I stood at the base of the Rockefeller Center building and looked up the 67 floors to the top. This tower is a prominent feature of the New York City skyline. It was hard to really understand how massive and complex this building was. My son, Dawson, and I walked through the revolving glass doors and made our way to the ticket counter. In celebration of Dawson’s 10th birthday, I let him choose a destination to visit for a few days, just the two of us. I had read something years earlier …
Overgrown
A few evenings ago I found myself in a rare situation, I actually had an hour of ‘free’ time before my Uber services for the kids were needed again for the twelfth time that day. It was a perfect summer night an hour before dusk. The sun was lowering and the subtle breeze had shifted slightly cool. The neighborhood streets were quieting as the kids were being called inside to wash off the leftover sunscreen, smears of sidewalk chalk and grass stained knees before bedtime. The early evening …
Missing Pieces
Widow. I despise that title. I don’t like how it sounds. I don’t like how it looks and I most certainly don’t like how it feels. I thought ‘widow’ was reserved for women in their 90s that lost their soulmate peacefully in their sleep, not for a 33 year-old women, single mom of two sans her childhood sweetheart. I avoid using that word at all costs. I flip stories, make detours and duck out of conversations that might include that ‘title.’ I want nothing to do with it. To me, widow …
Too Much is Too Much
I find there are two types of people: compulsive ‘keepers’ and obsessive ‘tossers.’ Which one are you? When you have items on the counter top or clothes busting out of your closet do you have the urge to purge or do you hold on tight to your possessions? I’m constantly sorting items that aren’t useful anymore and filtering them out of the house. Stacks of papers, mail on the counter, files on my desk, I pitch it. Clothes that don’t fit right or no longer suit my style land in the donation bin …
Treasure Hunt
Every mom has a collection of super powers. The ability to heal ‘owies’ with a single kiss. The gift of picking the perfect sized container to fit the leftovers on the first try. The seemingly effortless talent of navigating a day filled with 14 activities, 28 drop off and pick-ups, permission slips signed, homework double checked, lunches packed and clean-ish clothes for everyone to wear. One of my personal favorite mom super powers? The ability to recall the location of just about …