When I saw my father this last time, something had changed inside me. Previously, while I had savaged my mother’s martyrdom in my head, all my self-inflicted arguments would end with whether I could sit across from my father and say, “You have to go to a home.” And that
One of my kids had an athletic event out of town this weekend, and due to it’s location, we stayed at Middle’s house the night before. It should come as no surprise that this stage of my life is all about Driving Kids To Things. Ten+ hours in little more
Christmas Eve, Mom sent us to Northstar, which was pretty swank. Remember the days it was full-on snob appeal to have multiple lift tickets hanging off your jacket? You know, to show how often you went skiing and where? Or maybe this was specific to my ‘90’s Midwest teen skiing
My mother bought our kids ski lessons and two days of lift tickets for the holiday, and so our Saturday and Sunday plans were to leave the house early and be gone all day. In the numerous emails my mom sent out in the planning phase of this vacation,
Day 1 – Of Awkwardness & Excessive Navel Gazing We were the last to make it to the house in Truckee, after dark and dinner. Already in attendance: my parents, my sisters, their husbands and children. My family had been on the road seven hours by then. And like most