Just the two of us…

Keith and I are beginning to make a shift. Until now, our lives have been focused on our children, having them, raising them, and launching them. Now, it seems, there is space to reorient our lives in a new way.  We are still very involved. We’re not giving up on our growing family, instead, we are realigning ourselves to a new reality. THEY are no longer our responsibility, WE are. 

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How many for dinner…

Between 1988 and 1993 my life exploded. I married a dark-haired boy and welcomed three babies into the world (not necessarily in that order). Through all the years of turmoil and change that followed, one simple fact was a constant, there were five of us.  We were too big for lots of cars, the price of everything was times five, there were more kids than adults, but the answer to how many… was always five at our table

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Imperfect gatherings…

When my kids gather around our table these days, it is a bit of a bumpy ride. The three born to us, could not be more different. Their personalities barely fit in the room. One never knows what will spark a yelling match (politics is often the culprit), a wrestling match (a tussle over a cellphone and a mysterious Facebook friend), or mayhem of one kind or another. We’ve had good natured (mostly) water fights in the living room, blow ups that send one or another out the front door, and just a general sense of excitement that underlies both big gatherings and small.

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