Dear Son, After months of evaluations, endless surveys, and professional opinions, you were diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder in 2016 when you were just 5 years old. Only yesterday, your oldest sister asked me if you are aware of your diagnosis. Of course you are—you know your brain works differently, you've heard your dad and me talk about it with your pediatrician, and we've explained the reasons why you take a small pill every morning before you go to school. What you . . .
On Monday, I had the honor of speaking to a local Mothers of Preschoolers group on the topic of friendship. If I had any doubts that my talking points would connect, they were snuffed out as I met this wonderful group and got to know their joys and struggles. Initiating friendships, then strengthening and maintaining them takes work but the energy we put in can be life giving. The alternative is chronic loneliness and that, studies show, is more harmful to a person than smoking 15 cigarettes a . . .
Does anyone else find it incredibly hard to make the transition from winter to spring? My home is fairly bipolar at this point, with warm blankets still draped over the couch, and spring flowers on the kitchen counter. Can I still wear heavy sweaters on cold days, or is it time to move to blouses and light jackets? And, bless my heart, what am I supposed to feed my family in February? Stews seem so heavy, but a big green salad feels wrong too. The transition from winter to spring is certainly . . .
Several years ago when I was deep in the throws of toddlerhood with twins and Just. Trying. To. Survive, I spent a February afternoon with Lorae. In those days, my Galentine and I only lived a few miles from each other—something we totally took for granted—and I plopped my kids in her front room to play dress up while we played catch up. At some point during the visit, my friend told me she'd been helping her girls make valentines for their classmates at school, and then she brought out just . . .
The little holiday of love is coming up in t-minus one week, and if you're like me, you've helped the kids write their classroom valentines but have spent zero time thinking of ideas for your man. Graham and I usually avoid cliche holidays altogether and certainly don't compete with the rest of Charlottesville for reservations at the best restaurants during Valentine's week. (I've also told my husband to NEVER buy roses this time of year. Let's save our money on those overpriced, dying plants . . .