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On Turning Fifty

So I’ve been fifty for an entire week and so far things are going pretty well. It didn’t look good there for a while, though, because I inducted myself into my fifth decade not only with a horrible cold but also with a violent stomach bug that had me barfing so hard and so long that I threw out my back.  All that vomit, without even a riotous party to …

Nine

We went on safari last week. And now I have to pause for a minute because I still can’t believe that I am someone who can say “I went on safari last week.” There among the wildebeests, the giraffes, and baboons, Caleb turned nine. NINE. The baby is nine. His last year in single digits looms just as my last year of “forty-something” heads into its final stretch. While we …

Six

Baby Caleb is six today. He still sleeps with four small bears and a tattered blankie, but his body is long and lean, the shape of the young man he will become.   He is a pirate and a spy; collector of important rocks and sticks; he walks like an Egyptian when we’re out doing errands and then worries that people might be looking at him. When we go swimming, he leaps into the pool, …

Twelve? twelve? … TWELVE

If you’re a person who writes a blog and if that blog should talk about your children if you have them (or your pets if you don’t, although really it’s about the same thing, isn’t it?), then the occasion of a birthday – theirs or yours – might call to mind a blog post. And if you’re going to write a blog post about a birthday, you might find yourself …