When You’re the Oldest Mom in the Pre-School Drop Off
I’ve got a birthday coming up. The big 3-9. An age that can no longer be classified as “mid-30s,” and is one slippery year away from the once-dreaded 40. Mostly, I’m fine with that. I haven’t worried too much about…
A Day in the Life of a Birthday Girl
This is Gwendolyn, AKA Gwen, AKA G-Dubs. She’s five today. I’m not exactly sure how it happened since I’m fairly certain she was two last week, but since she assures me she really is five “almost six” today, I suppose…
A letter to my oldest daughter on her birthday
Ten. 1-0. Double digits. I can’t believe my first baby is a decade old today. I remember the first time I held you. Your wrinkled little face and big blue eyes. I remember rocking you as you slept, your little…
