On Becoming a Teenager’s Mom
In my head I know this is a good thing, their opportunity to share an adventure and further cement their father-son bond. Outside I am calm, but inside I am chilled to the bone and my heart is shrieking.
In my head I know this is a good thing, their opportunity to share an adventure and further cement their father-son bond. Outside I am calm, but inside I am chilled to the bone and my heart is shrieking.
When the 25-ton blast door is closed, an enormous sound explodes through the tunnel. We are forewarned, but the sound is worse than we expect. "Everybody all right?" our guide asks. "Good, now we'll go on to decon." ...
I had the good fortune late last month to travel to Paris, where I spent five days immersed in French culture and cuisine. Hemingway wrote that Paris is "A Moveable Feast," and the city lived up to its reputation.
In the Land of the Smiling Billboards, cutouts of celebrities as tall as buildings wear truck-size grins to beckon tourists to their shows ...
Taking in the view, not just of the river, time stands still. The vignette will take me through the weeks or even months ahead until I can visit my retreat again. It will remind me of the things that are important: These people, this day, this place.