Remember the Me I Am Today     In October 2012, my hubby and I decided to take a quick get-away to Captiva Island, Florida. We’d never done anything of the sort, and a three-day jaunt down and back was all we could manage with little ones aged four and two at home. Still, we were excited to get a bit of time together. One evening, we sat watching the stunning sunset compliments of Hurricane Sandy and her chaos on the Atlantic side just days

She     There come these moments in every mom’s life (or so I assume, if only because I steadfastly refuse to accept that it is only in mine) when she finds herself lost, standing gape-mouthed, shell-shocked, mud-smeared, and barefoot in the middle of a sticky-hot domestic jungle and feeling smothered as she tries to breathe in a syrupy fug of vertigo-inducing exhaustion, self-doubt, unearned guilt, humble appreciation, and fierce unconditional love for the creatures who inhabit such a place. Having walked freely and willingly

Sense This     To say the past several months have been rough would be to tell a half-truth. No, it would be to tell a one-sixteenth truth. Or maybe there’s a fractional exponent in there somewhere, I can’t really tell. And while it could always be worse, it’s bad enough, thank you very much, and Murphy and his laws can kindly move along from our little abode. But I won’t regale you with the trials and tribulations of the Telger household other than to

Congrats, Graduate by Jen Telger     Here we are, folks, about to enter another fantastic season. Not spring, of course, when Mother Nature shows off glorious cherry and magnolia blossoms on over-wintered branches. No, I’m talking about high school graduation season. That wonderful time of year when kids throw caps and parties, and parents throw cash and humble-brags, flexing, trying to impress upon us how much their child deserves to drive a fancier car than that of his or her mother. That time of

Once in a Lifetime by Jen Telger     “Once in a lifetime” is a term often used to describe individual moments, snippets of life. Perfectly timed photos. Lightning strikes. Lottery draws. Grand experiences normally out of reach. Fortuitous happenstances that could never happen again in a million tries. But what happens when that once-in-a-lifetime moment lasts two-and-a-half years? Last night, many of us gathered to celebrate and remember our friend, Brian. He would’ve hated it. But it was lowkey. No big speeches or tear-jerking

Goodbye, Old Friend by Jen Telger     I find myself in a quandary. How do I say goodbye to someone I haven’t spoken to in twenty years? “Gosh, Jen,” you might say. “Twenty years is a long time. Do you really need to say goodbye?” The thing is, while we haven’t spoken, save through hello’s passed through mutual friends and coworkers, what I learned from him, and what he gifted to me through who he was, are things that I rely on still today,