Filling Time: TwinLife Empty-Nesting
The next stage of TwinLife
Category: Reflection
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Ironically, I’m an English teacher who hates to read. Also ironically, I’m a published author that doesn’t love to write. So much to say here about what may or may not fill my time in the future, but I want to focus on the reading this week since that’s how I filled my time –…
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I embarked on an extended trip to the West Coast last week, perhaps blessed by two invitations to speak on two consecutive weekends in California. Because it made sense to visit my brother between visits rather than fly home, I decided to make an adventure of it. Of course, being physically away from work for…
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College students, it turns out, are not all that different from babies. They sleep. They eat. They play. Seeing my kids fall into that pattern over their semester break reminded me of early TwinLife, before things got activity-busy. My kids’ lives were organized around very basic needs; my husband and I had to adjust to…
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November is always a full month, and this year was particularly busy. I spent the first weekend with my son, the second weekend with my daughter, and this past weekend with my professional family at a conference in Denver. I’m currently reflecting on my last week from a hotel room in Virginia, where I’m waiting…
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As I grabbed a basket of laundry, a few of my son’s clothes tossed on top, the tears threatened. They had been lingering just below the surface for over 48 hours. It was Tuesday morning, the last day of fall break for both my kids. The previous ten days had been filled with more emotion…
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My husband and I started dating our first year in college, and for spring break that year, he took me to his family’s lake house in Vermont. It was a modest cabin not too far from Okemo mountain, and since “spring” break was still snowy season in Vermont, he took me skiing. I had only…
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18 years ago my TwinLife journey began, and now it’s time to start a new one. As we drove back home from dropping our daughter off at college, my husband and I made the decision to stop for dinner. “There’s nothing at home for us,” I said. He knew I meant both the quiet of…
