My daughter sends me a text along with a photo, shoes she is trying on. Jimmy Choo mules on sale. They’re comfortable, she texts. We wear the same size. They’re gorgeous. One of us should have them, I text back. I’m thinking of her wedding, an outdoor, grassy affair. Special days require special … [Read more...] about Mother of the long-distance bride-to-be
Why I love my daughter
I count it among one of life’s gifts to have a daughter who enjoys doing things with me. Rock concerts. Hiking when we’re on vacation (even if she leaves me in the dust). Shopping. Enjoying the sights and streets of NYC when she comes back East. But it’s something else, as deep in what it says … [Read more...] about Why I love my daughter
