I know that plenty of people talk to their mothers, at best, once a week, or even—and I start to stutter here—every few weeks. Now, I’m not passing any judgments, but this just did not fly with my mom. I remember her informing me years ago, as I was going through, shall we say, an [...]
I spent the last week in Florida, holed up in conference rooms by day and attending boozy events by night. It was my company’s annual sales conference, a huge event that brings sales professionals together from across the country. I don’t write much—or anything really—about my day job here. I work for a large legal [...]
One year, shortly before we were to leave for Christmas Eve mass, and hours before the entire family was to descend on our house to celebrate the holiday, the basement pipes exploded. My father—not the handiest, to be sure—valiantly tried to patch the pipes, while balancing precariously on a folding chair. My mom’s parting words, [...]
My mom didn’t call me on my birthday each year at the exact time of day I was born, and tell me the story of my birth. She didn’t sing the Happy Birthday song to me over the phone, and she certainly did not send me to elementary school with little love notes tucked into [...]
Eliza Deacon is a photographer living in northern Tanzania, and is also our latest contributor. Here, she writes beautifully about living the majority of her life without her mother. Living, loving, traveling—it seems she is never really without her mother, something I can relate to in my own way. Thank you, Eliza, for sharing this beautiful and [...]
My mom used to say that there are two types of people, with a very important distinction to be made between them. There are those who eat to live and those who live to eat. We, as a family, have always fallen into the latter category. Growing up, dinnertime was serious business. We gathered night [...]
I’m thrilled to introduce you to this week’s contributor, Trina McNeilly. Trina needs no introduction to many of you, as she’s the blogger behind the popular (and gorgeous) La La Lovely. She’s also a mom to FOUR!, a freelance writer and a self -proclaimed style scout, who is currently making her childhood home into her grown-up home. What [...]
““Do I love you this much?” she’d ask us, holding her hands six inches apart. “No,” we’d say, with sly smiles. “Do I love you this much?” she’d ask again, and on and on and on, each time moving her hands farther apart. But she would never get there, no matter how wide she stretched [...]
