It’s happening again.
Somehow another school year has rolled past, and this week we’re off again to Toronto, to bring Rachel home from her third year of college.
Third year! It hardly seems possible—wasn’t it only a few months back that Mitchell and I pulled away from the dorm at Humber for the very first time, partly sad and partly thrilled at this new phase of our lives? Continue reading
I’ve been reading a lot recently, about parents saying teary farewells to their children heading off for university this autumn.
Do you remember those days? I do. Like they were yesterday. It was tough, but we got through it in the end. And chances are, so will those parents. Maybe they’ll do it with a bit more dignity and decorum than I? One can only hope. Continue reading
After the kids leave home, we tend to think a lot about our very human emotions: loss of purpose, loneliness, a sense of aimlessness. Some of us grieve this new phase of our lives, while others stand up, beat our chests and yell, “Bring it on! I am so ready for this!”
Not that I would know about this.
The one thing we tend to forget? Our four-legged friends. Because when it comes to the empty nest, pets are people too. Continue reading
I’m starting to feel like a pro at this whole downsizing thing. In fact, I think I’m almost ready to give lessons. Continue reading
Two years ago this week, my youngest child was in the final stages of getting ready to leave for her first year of college…and I was, how shall we put this, freaking the hell out. Continue reading