I spent about a year moping about after my youngest fledged the nest for Northeastern University. A study in contrasts of the day he left for kindergarten and I danced in the street after his school bus turned the corner. Later that day Karma smacked me down when his teachers didn’t load him into his bus ride home. Yikes. Odd creaking upstairs was just the house settling or adjusting to humidity and… Read More
I looked at my husband the other day and smiled. “We’ve become a cliche’, you know. Empty nesting parents with fluffy little white dogs.” It was kind of a shock. We used to be cool kids, going to the beach, hanging out in coffee houses listening to good live music, going on trips.