A Mother’s Guilt, Continued

I guess it’s just one of those days when I am destined to feel guilty—guilty that I have to go to Boston for work tomorrow (even though it is for just one night); guilty that I can’t bring my daughter to her dance dress-rehearsal because of my trip to Boston; and now guilty that I …

A Book for My Son?

A few days ago, I wrote about rushing my son out the door on our way to school, and how I inadvertently caused him tremendous stress, thinking we were going to be late. Well, today I got a whole new understanding of what my repeated use of the words “Come on,”—and the anxiety they create—could …

Don’t Change!

I noticed a few gray’s coming in the other day. This was a strange phenomena since I dye my hair regularly, and haven’t actually seen my natural color in more than 20 years. So, a few grays, as well as some odd-colored roots were the trigger to getting out the spare bottle of hair dye …