Month: February 2013

Thirty-four years ago, tomorrow.

Thirty-four years ago, tomorrow.

  Tomorrow my oldest will be 34 years old.  My first boy.  The one I remember thinking wasn’t real when I found out I was pregnant.  I was unmarried, and not quite 22.

Planning for Paris

Planning for Paris

  February is nearly half gone and I’m just now feeling as if there’s a new year ahead of me and things to plan for.  The holidays have long passed, the remnants of that nasty bout with bronchitis are finally gone, the Super Bowl — […]