I have a confession that will make me look supremely uncool. I m a homebody. It s not an easy thing to admit in a go-go society where "more is more," and social media favors movers and shakers.
They say you never forget your first. When it comes to curse words, that s certainly true for me. But let the record show, I was completely innocent! And I was probably framed by Bette Midler. Let me explain.
I like January. I think most mothers do. Sure, it s the dead of winter, and it gets dark ridiculously early, but January has one big thing going for it. It s the "cool down" period following the high-intensity workout of Christmas.
During the weeks before Thanksgiving, I was high on anticipation counting down the days until our two sons were scheduled to come home from college for the holiday break. It had been three long months since we d laid eyes on our college kid who moved to Michigan, and the thought of having all five of us together again made me giddy.