“When I get married, will you and Daddy be dead?” my son asked me over Cheerios the other morning, not long after his 6th birthday.
“Well, Daddy and I are married, and his parents are…still alive,” I said. I realized that I hadn’t exactly answered his question. And I hadn’t mentioned my parents. “And your dad’s alive, but”—his faced screwed up in confusion, as if he suddenly understood that things were not as they should be—“how did your mom die?” I took a deep breath. I’d been waiting for… >> Read More
I recently returned from a trip to Boston for a good friend’s baby shower. I got to reminisce with friends I hadn’t seen in years as we cheered on our beloved Michigan Wolverines football team…over beers and takeout, just as we did in grad school. And although all the togetherness and nostalgia was wonderful, can I tell you what I enjoyed most about my trip? The flight. I have no particular love for flying. But since I became a parent few years ago, I’ve discovered the sheer bliss of… >> Read More