Because mothering is wonderful ... except when it's not.
When I was a kid, I practically lived at the library.
I grew up on the South Side of Chicago and we had one of those grand, old, stately marble libraries. It was set in a big old city park called Sherman Park with a lagoon and stone bridges and lots of paths to explore.
During the school year, I had to limit my visits to once a week. During the summer, I had the freedom to go 
I have often expressed a desire to have a younger body with my current mind.
It ain't gonna happen. They best we can do is take care to stay healthy and cherish our minds filled with experiences, lessons and wisdom.
Have you ever said, "If I only knew then what I know now...."
Maybe you would have made better decisions. Maybe not.
But maybe it's a privilege of years that you learn
OK, so my youngest child, the fourth and final Field, a wonderful young man, turned 20 recently.
I have no more teenagers in the house!
The terrific twos flew by. The teen years were a whirlwind! My four kids grew and changed so much and were involved in so many different things and pursuits that the years were chaotic and, mostly, fun.
Ours has always been an open
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Another Mother’s Day has come and gone. It was filled with both blessings and pain.
Mothering is like that. Not too long ago, one of my children was estranged from me. It was not how I envisioned a relationship with an adult child. At the time, I wasn’t completely sure where she was living and had no reliable way to contact her.
Even
I am considering minimalism. Why?
I've observed that, as people age, they either become packrats, or they detach from their material possessions to free themselves.
Nothing wrong with pack ratting. I've done plenty myself. But I'm at a point in my life when it just seems so unnecessary.
Truly, all I need to function and be happy are these items: My papers (I'm a writer. They are
