I can’t help feeling like some of you have Things to say, but you are not sure you want to say them. Some of you have never commented before.
I accepted a bet from my son, to see which of us was right. He Googled the answer on his phone and then roared his protest.
How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
This summer, our family was given the gift of a photoshoot by a friend of ours who is just setting up his side gig of photography.
Someday we will look back on these days and say to ourselves, in our cracked old voices, “Well, honey, I don’t know how we did it back then.”
OtherSpeak bought me some valuable mental energy and time to give to other things in my life. Thank you for helping, and bearing with me.
I’m considering adding a temporary facet: a forum called OtherSpeak in which any reader can submit a document for potential publication on Confessions.
My father was recently given a set of letters written by his father (now gone these fifty years and more) to a friend in the early 1940’s.
How dare he? This is not the first time he will shave his whiskers for the state, and it will probably not be the last, God forbid.
Don’t give up too quickly: on your children, on yourself, or on those “other moms” who don’t get it, or don’t talk about it.