the best laid plans…

Three months in and I still find myself standing back and looking at rooms and feeling surprised that this is our home. Even more surprising is that my husband, the king of routine and consistency, is not. A few days ago I asked him if this was feeling like home and he barely had to think about it – this …

kitchens…

The first kitchen I remember in detail would have to be my grandmother’s. It was tiny and held what I recall as an enormous, white sink. I’m sure the bowl of that sink was big enough to bathe a couple of babies and had a built-in drainboard. The pipes would rattle when you turned on the water. It was open …

No end date…

My moving adventures have continued into the fall. A few months ago, we moved our youngest into what we thought at the time was a temporary apartment in Kansas City. She had been hired as a seasonal employee and was planning to spend 6 months earning her first official, post-college paychecks and then continue her job search. At the 11th …

Sleep tight…

When we first told Della and Dallas that we were going to move, they had two questions. The first was – were we bringing their toys. The second was – were we bringing their bed. When I converted one of our bedrooms to an office for me, I put a daybed with a trundle in the room for their sleepovers. …

Muscle memory…

Last week, I found myself on the expressway, driving a route I have driven for 30+ years. As I came upon my familiar exit, I automatically moved to the right hand lane only to remember that I don’t exit there anymore. Each day, as I trek through my new surroundings, I have to think about each turn, each direction – …

leaving home…

Apparently real estate mayhem protects one from the emotional mess of leaving a home of 30 years. Riding the roller coaster of lenders, lawyers, sellers and buyers has allowed me to live in the blissful state of denial about our current reality. Until now. Because now, I am a day or two away from driving away from an empty house. …

Ch, Ch, Ch, Changes…

It is amazing to me that 30 years can seem like a lifetime and a blink of an eye – all at once. Thirty years ago, I was settling into a new house, new neighborhood, new puppy and a new marriage. We had just purchased a home around the corner from my school. I believe much of that summer was …

A summer of transition…

The summer between high school and college. One person explained it to me in child development/clinical terms – how it was necessary for my child to exert her independence, to separate from us so that she could move on, on her own. And I was grateful for that perspective because the reality was that it kept me sane as we …

Community…

A few years ago, as I approached retirement, a friend and I sat at Starbucks and talked about a new project of hers. As the pastor of a local church, she and her congregation were looking for ways to engage the community and fill a need. They decided to embark on a summer of weekly community dinners. The idea was …

New beginnings…

I thought I was done. I thought my last empty nest tears had been shed. And then the youngest came home after graduation to complete some post-grad internships and start her job search. We settled in and I got used to her being around. I even got used to her dog. She hung out and watched tv with me, we …