We pick our story up after a kick-save ending to the hardcore “Prom-a” that had unfolded around the “ask” to my daughter’s senior prom (see previous blog). Crisis averted. My work there was done. A day and a half of shopping in Paris with friends; walking and eating, photos, smiles. The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, the Left Bank, you get the ...
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I last left you headed off on a mother-daughter weekend with my girl. I had the letter from her hopeful prom date in my pocket, having only learned few hours earlier of his request for me to have the pilot read the “ask” before take off. I had also managed to pack each of us into carry-on luggage, with a wee bit of room for new ...
As mothers — we want to make it all perfect. And so when my daughter started looking at prom dresses before she had the date, well, I was a nervous nellie. What if she didn’t get asked? It wouldn’t be the end of the world, she could go with a group as they all seem to do today. But it’s her senior year. ...
I had one of those days yesterday where I bumped up against the goal posts of life. One announcement of the sudden death of a little boy, another old friend’s funeral and then I capped it off with a friend’s 50th birthday party. The vicissitudes of life. I like that particular word, not only because it is chock full ...