This is not your typical back-to-school blog post. In September 1987, I started my seventh grade year in middle school. My biggest worry was whether
When I started this blog, Sophie was a mere 2-years-old. I wrote about all those new milestone moments of motherhood, like going from the crib
Today is a bittersweet day. It’s Sophie’s last day of fifth grade; her last day of elementary school. She’s now officially a sixth grader, bound
I am a proud member of Generation X. I was born in 1975, making me 43-years-old. My formative years were the late 1980s and early
Last week Sophie started fifth grade. Fifth grade. The last year of elementary school. I don’t remember crying when Sophie started kindergarten. Maybe because by
There’s a scene in one of my favorite television shows, “The Killing,” where the main character, Sarah Linden, describes the never-ending cycle of failure and
Last year’s Christmas was the same as the years before. On Christmas Eve, Sophie left cookies, milk and carrots out for Santa and his reindeer
When I sat down to create my annual first day of school photo collage, I realized this was Sophie’s eighth first day of school. While
There’s a line of dialogue from the movie “20th Century Women” that struck me when I first heard it, and continues to stay with me
