August 29, 2014 |
FOR THE PAST three months, I'd tell anyone who would listen that I was in "glief. " I made up the word to describe the simultaneous state of glee and grief I was experiencing as I prepared for my kid to leave home for college. Glee that I'd get back the time that had become Addie's when she wailed into the world 18 years ago. And grief that this fulfilling phase of motherhood would soon be over. "I am glief-stricken!" I'd say, insufferably pleased with myself for being in touch with my emotions.
May 24, 2013 |
BREAST-CANCER romcom - there's a phrase you don't hear every day. Or a movie you might never expect to see, although Danish director Susanne Bier makes a brave attempt in "Love is All You Need. " It's the bilingual (mostly English) story of a Danish hairdresser Ida (Trine Dyrholm) whose empty nest may soon be empty of her husband - he has a wandering eye and lately has been making eyes at his trashy bookkeeper. The least of her problems. She's just finished chemotherapy, and although her physicians say she is cancer-free, they are clumsily candid about her chances to remain so. (Bier has a knack for social awkwardness that flourishes during these scenes.)
February 4, 2013 |
Most parents don't think of being a twosome again until the house is devoid of offspring. Not Suzanne and Chuck Cruit of Media. Maybe it was because the Cruit nest had no one zip code for long. During the couple's 28 years of marriage, they have lived in Washington, D.C.; Huntington Beach, Calif.; Newtown Square, Delaware County; and East Goshen, Chester County. With life's changes so clearly and chronologically documented, the Cruits didn't need a crystal ball to get an accurate picture of the future.
September 20, 2012
DEAR ABBY : I have to respond to your reply to "Tammi's Mom in N.J.," whose daughter won't answer her texts at college. Our daughter, "Jill," attended college 12 hours from home. She would text me almost every day - short, sweet messages always ending with "Luv U, XOXO. " I looked forward to those texts because they were a lifeline to my daughter. Tammi's Mom is coping with empty nest syndrome, which no child can understand until she experiences it. Thankfully, Jill knew how much her texts meant to me. They got me through four long years without her. I hope Tammi sees this and appreciates that she has a mom who cares about her. - Remembering in Johnstown, Pa. DEAR REMEMBERING : Thank you for sharing.
February 5, 2012 |
The chili pot will be on in the Moorestown home of Fred and Rosemary Abbate. The kitchen will be transformed into food central. Downstairs, this 1912 dwelling, on a former peacock farm on a quiet corner near the center of town, will fill with Super Bowl watchers by late afternoon - as it has for nearly three decades. Some houses are just made for parties, and this is one of them. Its owners, now empty-nesters, reared three lively sons here, so it's a kick-back, comfortable place with the sturdy "bones" of an earlier era. Actually, it was because of one of those boys that the couple made a move from one end of Moorestown's Third Street to another.
January 15, 2012 |
I've been nesting like crazy lately, which is funny, considering that I have no eggs left. I can't explain this, but I'm betting that I'm not the only Mama Bird who looked around her empty nest and realized that it needed curtains. At first, I dismissed the idea. I thought it made no sense, timing-wise. I've had no curtains, on any of the windows, for the last 20 years. Why fix up the house now that it was empty? The horse had not only left the barn, she had moved to New York.
September 13, 2011 |
Everyone, it seems, loves to watch A.R. Gurney's Sylvia , and everyone loves to produce it. Since 1995, the comedy about a boy and his dog, and his wife, and his midlife crisis as projected onto the dog, played by a cute young woman (Jessica Bedford) with shaggy blond curls, is a perennial on regional stages. This time, the lassie comes home to Ambler's Act II Playhouse, and why not? People love dogs, people love marriages weathering crisis, people love a happy ending. I do not love Sylvia , though I do anthropomorphize and love dogs, and all the rest of it. Lines such as Sylvia's wide-eyed declaration, "Even when you hit me, I love you" always struck me as a lose-lose proposition.
September 11, 2011 |
This personal journey begins at the end. After 50 hours in New York City to get out of the neighborhood and take in a couple of plays, my wife and I returned home, where we had left our 19-year-old son Cale to his own devices. His older sister thought us crazy. And so began our second journey, an investigation, sniffing for clues about what happened during our absence. Clue No. 1: A strange car sits in the driveway. Clue No. 2: We get blasted by an overwhelming odor as we open the front door.
August 31, 2011 |
Once I was the mom who was cranky with the school-supply scene, the search-and-destroy missions for folders, notebooks, lunch boxes, and backpacks. Now, I get misty when I see the stampede at the malls and the discount stores. Sometimes, I have to turn away as the feelings of loss - yes, loss - engulf me. I miss the clarion call to action that I used to heed every late August with my three girls, now grown. Back then, we'd drift into back-to-school mode, half-dreamily at first, then full-throttle.
September 2, 2010 |
With her son and only child starting college, Jane Eyre was looking - as so many do - for ways to enliven her evenings and fill the empty nest. In a community night-school catalog, two courses caught her interest: tai chi and fencing. An artist and athlete, Eyre was seeking to engage both mind and body. In her mid-40s, she also was itching for a way to express a newfound sense of self-confidence. Eyre signed up for fencing and within just a few sessions knew she had found her passion.