What I’m Not Leaving My Son

How do you capture family memories in scrapbooks when many of the years, although everything ended up fine, were so painful that you stopped making albums? While I thought I was “scrapbooking” for my kids so they’d have a beautiful record of their childhood, it was really about me. It was my chance to release…

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The Chapter I Cut

I cut a chapter from my memoir, one of the hardest ones to write, and honestly, it hurt a little. Writing the whole memoir was therapeutic, but this chapter was harder than the rest because it involved a relationship that was very close and deeply important to me. It challenged my core beliefs and exposed…

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The Role Had a Job Description. I Was Too Close to Read It.

The parts of the job that nobody puts in writing. When your oldest son proposes to his long-time girlfriend, you think you know what “mother of the groom” means. Find a phenomenal dress that coordinates with the mother of the bride, host the rehearsal dinner, and provide encouragement and support (dollars or otherwise) as the…

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The Emotional Hangover Is Real

It’s been a week since my son Nick married his true love, and I’m still catching myself crying over things that have nothing to do with the wedding: an irritating driver, a task that’s harder than it needs to be, a random memory that surfaces while I’m folding laundry. I know it’s not really about…

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I Had a Plan Before I Had a Single Box

Notes from the week as the Mother of the Groom This week, my spare bedroom is filled with boxes, and each one is labeled—appetizer table, buffet, dining table, and dessert display—for my son’s wedding rehearsal dinner. It’s organized, with a detailed event plan with pictures and corresponding numbers so the dinner setup is seamless. But…

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She Says She Doesn’t Need a Coach Yet

For the woman asking, “When should I hire a book coach?” I see a lot of women sitting on the sidelines, waiting to get into the game. Most of the time, when they’re being honest, they’re afraid to reach out because they don’t have a draft yet, or they’re still thinking about what the book is…

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I Think Today Is My Daughter’s Birthday

I say it that way on purpose. Not “today is my daughter’s birthday.” I think it is. When we traveled to Russia to meet her, the paperwork gave us some numbers, but we didn’t know whether they’d been translated from the traditional European date format to the American one, and no one seemed to know…

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