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Psychologists say that increased fighting between adolescents and parents is part of a natural process of a child breaking away and becoming independent. But has anyone else had an adolescence that extended 25 years?
Yep, instead of a few years of being a teenage bitch, I spent more than two decades trying to separate myself from my parents. At the age of 26, I moved 1,000 miles away from my childhood home just to get some distance. It didn’t seem like that was the reason at the time—I was merely starting a fun new life with my ...
My mom is coming to visit in two days. I
can’t wait, and it’s not just because I’m two weeks into this three-week single
parenthood stint and I desperately need reinforcements.
It’s because for the first time in
years, I feel like I will be myself this visit. I’ve lived in another state for
13 years now, and every visit has caused me at least mild anxiety. Some visits
have caused a lot of anxiety.
Take the Christmas when my entire family
drove out and I turned into Martha Stewart. I decked the halls. I ...
At 17, I planned out my entire life until
age 30: a college degree and marriage by 22 followed by two children (girl then
boy), a master’s degree and a fulfilling professional career by 30. My plans
didn’t go beyond that, so apparently I was going to drop dead or go insane after
that crazy journey.
This plan made perfect sense in my naïve
mind. I was already engaged (feel free to roll your eyes, I always do when I think
of it) and had begun freshman year of college. Fortunately, it didn’t pan out. Instead
For Christmas my boss gave me a copy of
the book he’s been reading, “Crossing the Unknown Sea: Work as a Pilgrimage of
Identity.” I feel it both ironic and mildly amusing that the book now sits on
my nightstand next to one I’ve been reading, “When Work Doesn’t Work Anymore:
Women, Work and Identity.”
Work and identity—for me an almost
impossible puzzle to figure out. You see, I started working at age 14 and my
job soon became a place of refuge. At my job, I could be a superstar. I was noticed.
I was ...
Next weekend my husband, daughter and I
head to Chicago, one of my favorite places on earth. I love the noises of the
city and the way it vibrates with energy. I live in a fairly
decent sized metro area, Denver, but for a small-town girl who converted to
urbanism the first time she lived in a city, it’s just not the same.
Our trip got me thinking about our last
trip there, three years ago. My daughter was a year and a half and we combined
the journey with going to Wisconsin to visit my family, attend two ...