My big 3 boys all have birthdays within 3 weeks of each other. My only saving grace is that I have never been one to throw lavish parties and so their expectations are as low as humanely possible. 529 more words
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I’m writing this almost a week away from Mothering Sunday, or what many call ‘Mother’s Day’. The two events however are quite different, although in modern society they are viewed as one and the same. 1,376 more words
When I was a child, I had reddish-brown hair. Auburn was the typical term used to describe it. I hated it back then.
It lightened in the summer to a golden-red color, but all I could see was that I had gotten the typical fair skin of a ginger — pale, freckled, unable-to-tan-into-a-lovely-bronze-color skin — that burned into a bright and painful sunburn. 250 more words
We finish the last of our latte foam, and she asks if I’m excited about the year ahead, and I am. Forty feels like new frontier as much as it feels a continuation. 944 more words