I learned from my Aunt Corinne that there is comfort in quiet. So different from my own mother who filled space with her exuberant personality, Corinne was at ease in quiet. When Steve and I first married, our little dining area in our little apartment in Howard County held a table made of an old… Continue reading Peace within

The parenting of a 16-year old is not unlike a dance, a very precise and confusing series of movements and steps performed to some complicated rhythm. The goal is to dance in unison or at least in sync with each other, guiding when needed and following when possible. Regrettably, I’m not a very good dancer.… Continue reading The Parenting Dance

Tonight, after what was a lovely but emotional day spent with some of the people in the world whom I love the most, we came home to a quiet house and the night sky. Our growing children, Steve’s aging parents and us, in the middle and growing older - we are hurdling through time, perhaps… Continue reading Grateful for the night sky

I often focus on the big things in my children’s lives - future careers, health issues, long term effects of short term decisions - and the same for myself and for those whom I love and feel I have some bit of affect on. In my rush to influence the future, I sometimes tend to… Continue reading Grateful for tradition and the day-to-day

Gotcha Day. If you’ve not been involved in adoption, you may not know the term, but Gotcha Day lives right up there with birthdays and anniversaries. It celebrates the day your family’s life changes forever, all without eradicating a past or belittling a history. 21 years ago we met at our little home in Germantown… Continue reading Gotcha Day