Category: time
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The Empty Nest Isnāt Empty
When I moved into our house in late November, I pulled one Ziploc snack bag from a new box of 50. Four months later, 49 remain. For over two decades, we needed three, 100-count back-up boxes of snack bags because I was packing lunches. My college kids shopped the pantry…
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October Morningš
My youngest turns 27 today. At the exact minute she was born, we will all get on FaceTime and sing Happy Birthday to her in Texas.
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We Became the Roots They Needed
While walking a wooded area of a beautiful park, I noticed several tree roots at my feet. My two thoughts? 1) Donāt twist an ankle.
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No āBack to Schoolā
I was shopping and back to school signs hung everywhere. Here in New York, students return next week. I miss the former life season of fresh notebooks and the beginning of fall sports. I knew Iād miss it when I was in it. I knew Iād miss the rhythm of…
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Christmas in July
I ducked into Hobby Lobby for a quick errand before going for a walk at the park. After seeing the countless aisles overflowing with Christmas dĆ©cor throughout the store, my eyes gravitated to pine and the appearance of holly (not actually holly berries) on my summer walk!š²
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Road to Friendship: Muscle Cars
My husband made an unexpected hard right into a plaza parking lot last week. I looked around wondering why. Then, I turned to see a 1971 Dodge Challenger sitting on a flatbed. I smiled, pulling out my phone to take a photo. I instinctively thought to send it to my…
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Rarely Out Late, Home by 8!
Since the nest has emptied, if we go out for dinner, itās (usually) around 5pm-6pm. If we dine with friends with less job flexibility, we happily make reservations for 7pm or 8pm. Key word: reservations. While itās healthier to eat earlier, for me itās about not waiting for a table…
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Poem Published on Spillwords Press
I just returned to NY from traveling and was a day late coming home, not checking my Gmail while away. I was thrilled and truly thankful that a poem I submitted on May 2nd was published on May 9th. I am sincerely grateful to Dagmara K. for selecting my poem…
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Moving: The Stuff
We grow up and make a home of our own. Some of us buy houses, condos or apartments. Whatever the structure, we collect some STUFF. And, Iām not a collector. So, how did I end up with so much? Photos capturing all we have done as a family make me…
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Be Encouraged, Your Sacrifice Matters
āIām not really this person, letting my wife make the real money while I sit here 15 hours a day, seven days a week.ā A once-vibrant professional and just-turned 40 entrepreneur/Dad says this to me fifteen years ago. āIn my head, Iām back in a suit, important at work and…
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 