Confessions of a Baby Boomer Mom – Ribbons

  I have a confession to make. I am a breast cancer survivor and I have never been a fan of the pink ribbon. Just admitting that sounds strange and I can almost hear the gasps coming from fellow survivors and pink ribbon proponents. The pink ribbon has a strong message and it carries a…

Confessions of a Baby Boomer Mom – Eulogy

The patriarch of our family passed away two weeks ago. It was not much of a surprise but it was definitely a shock. The idea that such an incredible, vibrant spirit was no longer in my life and the lives of my family seemed unthinkable. Yet that dearest of men lived into his 90’s. He’s…

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 – Time Passages

Our elders are leaving us.  Slowly, slowly one by one. We are reluctant to let them go. They’ve given us so much but selfishly we want more. More time together, more memories to make. Some of them left us too young but some have braved this life for more than 90 years and we know…

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…