My boy Charlie (Or, is it me?)


I remember when my boys were infants. Whenever I heard my infant boys crying, my heart would break. When they first showed separation anxiety, their emotion tugged at my heart strings. The years have passed, and the boys are older. Now, when I hear my boys cry, I want a drink. (I’m kidding.) Continue reading


Too much information regarding the road ahead.


I dialed my Mom’s number. Inquiring minds wanted to know. I wanted to know. “Mum?” I said, when she answered the phone. “Yes,” she replied. “How old were you when you stopped getting your period?” Continue reading