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 — which always seems to allow some sort of hanging on […]