Category: Parentsing

The finger prints that cover my laptop screen have a story to tell. But I’m not listening. I tell them I’ll wipe them off later, when I catch up with life and have it all together. You know that time and place? We can all meet...

I don’t want to lose my daughter to college next year. I’m already losing her to her real life and it breaks my heart every day. I am becoming the periphery, though loved and cherished. She’s got me mostly at arm’s length. I...

Laziness squeezes my hand. After my weeks’ vacation, my pants feel tight around the waist. I do what I always must do to begin any writing: I send the editor packing. I spent too long cleaning. Now there’s not time for all the...

I’m so sick of myself. I read my own complaining and scowl. And this is the NICE version. This is me with more self-love and forgiveness for my foibles than before. Still, yuck. I don’t know how I’m supposed to make room to...

by Patricia A. Gassaway My daughter is a fierce warrior who fights professionally in Thailand. Recently I had a dream with images that seem to express the conflicting emotions I have about being the mother of a fighter like...