Filling Time: TwinLife Empty-Nesting
The next stage of TwinLife
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I’ve been watching my kid dance since she was born. Because she always had rhythm and she couldn’t stop moving around the house, I found a studio that welcomed 2-year-olds for their summer programming. That fall, at age 3, she started ballet at the local YMCA, and we have never looked back. She waited patiently…
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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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September 17 is Constitution Day. Even as a history major, I didn’t know what this meant until I looked it up this year. Here is what the website of the US Government says: I like the Constitution. I particularly like that Jefferson, the writer of the document (1) didn’t fully agree with it (he thought…
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I am not a cat person. Or a dog person. My husband and I both had – and loved – pets as kids, but we made the intentional decision not to bring pets into TwinLife. Managing two stressful jobs as well as twin schedules meant we wouldn’t have the time for an animal that it…
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Twice a year the Visiting Nurse Association holds a huge rummage sale just down the road from me. It’s seriously massive. They collect items for several weeks with an army of volunteers sorting and displaying them in a pop-up village of tents, each labeled with the “department” name. The sale itself draws people from everywhere,…
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Monday began with a long day at work, and the rest of the week followed the same pattern. By Wednesday, I got home around 9 p.m., completely exhausted and ready to crawl into bed. As I was heading upstairs, my husband called out and asked what I thought about taking the day off work Friday…
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Why is my stomach in knots as my husband pulls into the gas station 2 miles from home? We face forward, in our own thoughts, until he says, “We’re almost home.” I grab his hand as I respond, “I know.” The tears are so close to leaking. I fear the silence will engulf me, wrapping…
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About six months ago I told my husband that we should plan a weekend away after we dropped our second twin at college. I knew that we would need some time to process our emotions before we walked into our very quiet house. I wrote many years ago about how I tend to look into…