The Plan is No Plans

What WAS planned was to… CONTINUE READING >>

What WAS planned was to… CONTINUE READING >>
Boomer Travel. Food. Laughter. Breaking the Empty Nest Rules!
Where did you live when you were first starting out? I’ll bet it wasn’t quite the Taj Mahal.
Our first place was a one bedroom, former screened-in porch that had all the weather proofing of the average wiffle ball. It was a veritable private zoo of insect vermin — and we were glad to have it. We were proud and happy to be on our own.
Who are we to deny our offspring those same pleasures?… CONTINUE READING >>
Where did you live when you were first starting out? I’ll bet it wasn’t quite the Taj Mahal.
Our first place was a one bedroom, former screened-in porch that had all the weather proofing of the average wiffle ball. It was a veritable private zoo of insect vermin — and we were glad to have it. We were proud and happy to be on our own.
Who are we to deny our offspring those same pleasures?… CONTINUE READING >>
We have recently assisted with three moves with varying degrees of success, and have… CONTINUE READING >>
We have recently assisted with three moves with varying degrees of success, and have… CONTINUE READING >>
Selling the nest and becoming GypsyNesters has given our adult chicks the joy of being hosts for the holidays in their homes.
Once again this year we will be making our way to The Big Apple for the holidays. Oh, the anticipation! The joy!
Christmas is the one time we allow ourselves to hands-down spoil our kids — and, boy, do we ever! As thrifty as we are during the non-Jesus-being-born part of the year, we let loose the coffers when we visit The Spawn during that “most wonderful time of the year.”
It’s not about expensive gifts – instead we enjoy… CONTINUE READING >>
Selling the nest and becoming GypsyNesters has given our adult chicks the joy of being hosts for the holidays in their homes.
Once again this year we will be making our way to The Big Apple for the holidays. Oh, the anticipation! The joy!
Christmas is the one time we allow ourselves to hands-down spoil our kids — and, boy, do we ever! As thrifty as we are during the non-Jesus-being-born part of the year, we let loose the coffers when we visit The Spawn during that “most wonderful time of the year.”
It’s not about expensive gifts – instead we enjoy… CONTINUE READING >>
We sat down with the fabulous Chloe Jeffreys of the aptly named Generation Fabulous and discussed helicopter mom recovery, staying connected with our adult kids, reinventing middle-age, and the importance of… CONTINUE READING or leave a comment! >>
We sat down with the fabulous Chloe Jeffreys of the aptly named Generation Fabulous and discussed helicopter mom recovery, staying connected with our adult kids, reinventing middle-age, and the importance of… CONTINUE READING or leave a comment! >>
16 boxes to be exact. Close to 30 years of marriage and 3 kids later, we’re whittled down to 16 boxes, most them in storage. Many of these boxes are tagged to go directly to the kids… CONTINUE READING >>
16 boxes to be exact. Close to 30 years of marriage and 3 kids later, we’re whittled down to 16 boxes, most them in storage. Many of these boxes are tagged to go directly to the kids… CONTINUE READING >>
You might even know one of them:
It has almost been… CONTINUE READING >>
You might even know one of them:
It has almost been… CONTINUE READING >>
David and I have one chick left in the nest. He graduates from high school in June. And I am marking the days. I keep a gigantic calendar and mark a red X each day. For my son’s sake (and to avoid horrified looks from house guests), I keep the calendar between the mattresses of my bed.
I’m fully aware how bad this looks, so I will explain myself. I LOVE MY KIDS! But, when June 8 rolls around, I will have spent almost twenty five years of my life raising them. I deserve this dirty little secret.
This callousness does not make me impervious to the emotional milestones along the way. I recently received my son’s cap and gown picture taken at his school. My heart literally … CONTINUE READING >>
David and I have one chick left in the nest. He graduates from high school in June. And I am marking the days. I keep a gigantic calendar and mark a red X each day. For my son’s sake (and to avoid horrified looks from house guests), I keep the calendar between the mattresses of my bed.
I’m fully aware how bad this looks, so I will explain myself. I LOVE MY KIDS! But, when June 8 rolls around, I will have spent almost twenty five years of my life raising them. I deserve this dirty little secret.
This callousness does not make me impervious to the emotional milestones along the way. I recently received my son’s cap and gown picture taken at his school. My heart literally … CONTINUE READING >>