So, Now That My Kids Are Older, I Don’t Have to Worry… Right?

My son Patrick and his band mates toured the Midwest recently. I followed their progress on Facebook as they drove from Connecticut to Indiana, Michigan, Illinois, Iowa, and Pennsylvania. In the photos, they’re young, beautiful, and smiling. I cheer along and always click the “heart button” underneath. Patrick’s doing what he loves. So why can’t […]

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The 3 Toughest Lessons of Motherhood

  As a young mom, I assumed everyone was kidding when they said, “Wait till your kids get older. It only gets harder.” I panicked. How much harder can this be? With round-the-clock feedings, diaper changing, and unending “togetherness,” this job was relentless. But as I came to find, they were right. Some of the […]

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8 Things Every Mother with Grown Sons Knows

  Moms of boys understand. When your kids are little, you think you’ll never survive the sticky hands, typhoon-force energy, and non-stop “getting into things.” I won’t even go into the teenage years. But then, in what seems an instant, your boys are men. And with that comes another phase. As a Mom you’re doing […]

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How Do You Raise Gentlemen in This Aggressive World?

  You know a gentleman when you see him. And I’m not talking Pierce Brosnan in a dinner jacket. I’ve seen scruffy dudes in jeans and beards who were gentlemen. I’ve seen rich guys in expensive suits that could use a refresher course. As a mom of sons, I’m very conscious of raising good men. […]

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How to Spend 2-1/2 Hours in New York City

  Ever want to do something just to do it?  It’s not practical or useful, but you just need that fix? Recently, on a whim my 21-year old son Paul and I decided to have lunch in New York City.  Nothing else.  Just lunch.  I studied Zagat’s guide, picking out Vitae Restaurant on 46th Street, not far from […]

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How Did We Go From Empty Nests to Diva Dens?

You think you’ll feel one way about something, but end up feeling another. My oldest son Patrick moved out recently. I expected to feel easy-going about it, ready. After all, he’s 25. It’s time. But I felt something different. The sight of his empty room hit me harder than expected. All his furniture is gone […]

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