Picture my kitchen: green granite, white wood cabinets, a center island. Used to be that two children came downstairs each morning to this kitchen. One before the next, forty minutes apart. They both sat on the same side of the island, on the brown wooden stool from Pottery Barn that had been empty at six […]Read More
"I had a husband, I raised my kids, being in my fifties is more like being in my twenties!"
EmptyNest(s) is a gathering of stories about launching ourselves after that youngest child leaves home.
I grew up in a culture that did not encourage women to travel, especially not without a man by her side. Though I constantly staggered under the weight of these archaic, conservative norms, there was a part of me that longed to fly. Lulled by the tropical sun in my small hometown, I dared to […]Read More
The nurse outside the door was talking about her again. “It lifts her spirits, gets her mind working,” she said. Esther hated being called “her” and was sure the nurse was exaggerating. Of course I forget things at my age, she bristled but then listened hard to hear every word. “Every time you read to […]Read More
Imagine dinner with the daughters of your mom’s BFFs! Oh yeah!! We have seen each other randomly over the years, but never all together and never with the wine flowing. Is there such a thing as a wine-klatch? We met in our old neighborhood, where one of the daughters bought the home she grew up […]Read More
My husband and I arrived in Addis Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia. It was our first trip to Africa. Our travel from Minneapolis to Amsterdam to Addis, with a one hour layover in Sudan had gone smoothly. But after twenty hours of travel, we were tired. It was almost like giving birth, except this time […]Read More
The day couldn’t be better for planning a garden, clear and not too warm. My husband, Richard, has gone to a photo show and I have the time to myself. This is the first day in two months, since I learned the meaning of the word angina, that I am not taking care of Richard […]Read More
Today is Galentine’s Day! We have Leslie Knopes to thank for getting this annual holiday out of the Eggo box and Kristen Hartke’s to thank for her article on NPR.org for reminding us! I saw this article late last night and had to share it on Fiftiness. Leslie Knopes told us that nothing is more […]Read More
That time when your teenage son mistakes a hair styling tool for a tool of another kind. . . Thank you, Amazon, for a rather embarrassing moment. Recently, you delivered a package to my doorstep that was significantly damaged. At least the box was damaged, torn so wide that the majority of this item […]Read More
Laura Lyster Mensh dreams of her empty nest life in an Airstream. Freeing herself from stuff, she’s cleaned out most everything & is proud of her newly streamlined shelves. As she notes, the trash bags going out of her house are heavier than the shopping bags coming in! But what to do about her overstuffed pajama […]Read More
What would my path have looked like with children in it? Sitting by the gate at Logan, held captive by the airline’s whim, watching a steady stream of half-dressed, or overdressed passengers walk, run, and toddle by, the place remains, somehow, stale and lifeless. Until a little princess, right out of a storybook, walks into […]Read More