staring down the barrel of September…

Yesterday was my daughter’s first day of her junior year of high school, and my son starts his 7th grade year at a new middle school next week.  I’m in the middle of  a rude and abrupt awakening from the endless-summer fantasy I’ve indulged myself in these past few weeks.  Like always in the month of August, I’ve had that stupid “mother-amnesia” thing […]

Nothing new under the sun – a mother ponders some pop hits of the summer of 2012

I was chatting with a couple of people at a party last weekend about recent pop hits, a subject on which I am vastly knowledgeable on account of being a mom of teenagers (I use my children as a front to quench my ongoing desire for crappy pop music). As a child I was passionate about AM radio, Casey Kasem’s American Top 40 , American Bandstand, Soul Train, and Solid Gold.  […]

a mid-summer checklist for feral adolescents

As a mother of three adolescents, my attempts at a calm, somewhat detached emotional state are constantly tested by fluctuating sensations of pure joy and total terror.  My extreme emotional reactions are usually in response to their activities and behaviors, or to recollection of my own at their age.  Outside of sitting continuously in meditation, there is no detachment practice strong enough […]