Confessions of a Baby Boomer Mom – Summer

Summer has always smelled like raspberries. As a child at my grandmother’s house I would wake to the intoxicating perfume of bubbling raspberry jam. That heady scent would rouse my younger brother and I and we would tumble down the stairs into her kitchen, streaming with the morning light, my grandmother stirring those bubbling pots….

Confessions of a Baby Boomer Mom – Worry Wart

Worry. It seems to be the one constant that comes with being a parent. I know myself to be a worry wart of epic proportions and that my very fertile imagination can create all kinds of scenarios that keep me awake at night and send me to the yoga mat in hopes of a little…

Confessions of a Baby Boomer Mom – You can go Home again

Family vacations are great opportunities to introduce your children to the wider world. My family has wonderful memories of camping, flying off to distant lands to visit historic sites and museums and enjoying a myriad of food and cultures. But a vacation to the extended family is another thing altogether. Suddenly, as much as you…