Six Generations of First Born Women

By Sunday night, the tensions between my daughter and I have eased. We go running. She gabs easily about nothing in particular as we run along. I know she forces herself to slow down to be able to run with me, while I have to push myself so as not to fall behind. I feel better since I painted in my... Sign in to see full entry.

My friend Robin was expected for dinner. I got home from work and decided to go running to relax a bit before tackling cooking. I asked my daughter, Erika, if she wanted to come with me. "No thanks, homework." That's a laugh I think, homework has never seemed to prevent her from doing anything else... Sign in to see full entry.

Many recent days were enshrouded by cold damp fog. Today, in spite of the fact that it was early May, dawned, bright, sunny, but still very cold. A nuclear disaster in the Soviet Union over the weekend has been dominating the news and conversation, at least conversations for the past week. It... Sign in to see full entry.

They are gone. RG and I met them at the airport last night to say our last good-by's. They hugged and kissed both of us, and talked of returning. Something has happened to RG as a result of my being at Bills with Teresa and Abbi over the last weekend. Upon our return, on both Sunday and Monday... Sign in to see full entry.

While waiting to be called in for my first round job interview with the head hunters for the Brockton Museum in the posh lobby of the office building at 99 Bedford Street in downtown Boston, all my thoughts are with my house guests. Just before I left my office for this appointment, Teresa called to... Sign in to see full entry.