It’s my birthday. The anniversary of when I showed up in this world and a nice reminder that I’m still here. Also a nice reminder that I’m older and that much closer to not being here.
Tears of Joy, Tears of Pain
I know I am not unique in this. I remember seeing adults crying at weddings and telling myself that I will never be like that, and now, here I am falling apart over smiling pictures of my kids at camp and hiding in my closet so none of my other kids will see.
Happy Freakin’ Birthday
Lately, the problem with birthdays is that they are just so…yearly. I always get philosophical on my birthday. You know, it’s another year on the planet. It’s a time to look back at everything I did or did not accomplish… Read More ›
iPods, iPads, iMacs, and iPhones
As I was tucking in my 10 year old daughter tonight, she dropped the bomb. “Everyone in my class has an iPod but me.” I’m sure it’s true. In fact, I was surprised she wasn’t asking me for a cell… Read More ›