Summer’s End

Summer childhood love back to school

Summer childhood love back to school

It’s back to school time. The time of the year when parents gleefully post pictures of themselves jumping for joy as their children shuffle off for their first day.

But not me. I’ve been dreading tomorrow since the minute the final bell rang in June.

Maybe it’s because I mark the passage of time by the school year instead of the calendar year.

Maybe it’s because my oldest is 10 now which means I only have 8 summers left with him at home. I have fewer summers left than I have had and as each one ends, my heart is heavier than it was before. Read more...

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5 Things I Learned This Summer

I have always had a love hate relationship with summer. The heat and humidity remind me of all the things we cannot do because of our blisters.

But I love the freedom from schedules and commitments that affords me endless time with my boys. I view that as sacrosanct. So I tend not to write much in the summer. And as much as our summer has been what it always is – a lazy conglomeration of quiet mornings, big adventures, and total spontaneity – there were plenty of very importantĀ things I learned. Read more...

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