Remembering Firsts, Missing Lasts

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We talk a lot about the firsts in our lives – first loves, first jobs, our babies' first steps and first words. Firsts are noted and momentous – photos taken, dates recorded. Firsts are the exciting beginning of whatever comes next – the first day of school offers the possibility of  good grades, new friends and new opportunities. The first date…well, that’s the ultimate first … [Read more...]

Don’t Zen Me In

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The Zen philosophy of life is to live in the moment. Don't look behind you, don't look ahead - just exist in the now, this very minute, where you stand, sit or tumble. Live as if today was the last day of your life. Live life to the fullest and never let yourself fall into the trap of "what if" or "maybe someday." This doesn't work for me. … [Read more...]

The ABCs of Empty Nesting

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The college kids are heading back to their messy apartments or moving for the first time into their dorm rooms. So how are you feeling, parents? Will you miss those kids? Other than when our children are born, there's no bigger change in our lives as parents than when our children leave home. It's a shock to the system - but there are good things about empty nesting, … [Read more...]

Finding Your Way Back to You in the Empty Nest

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As the end of summer approaches, there's a large, collective sigh about to be heard among parents sending their children to college. Mingled with that collective sigh will be tears, "I love yous," and a million different ways of saying goodbye. Whether it's the first time they're leaving, or time for them to return to a dorm room or a student-friendly apartment, the homes … [Read more...]

How Walking My Dog is Like Raising My Children

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My dog Lambeau is thrilled each time I take the leash out of the closet. He jumps up and down, leaping with the joyous anticipation of fresh air, new scents, puddles, grass and the mystery of the unknown. My babies would greet me each morning, standing in their cribs, their happy, toothless grins welcoming me, their tiny hands reaching for me – open, close, open, close – … [Read more...]