Lessons from my grandmother
St. Patrick’s Day always reminds me of my mother’s mother, the original Catherine Durkin. It was her favorite holiday. As I get older, I often think of her and how she taught by example…
This oldie but goodie is for her.
Ode to Kitty
To her nine grandchildren, of which I was oldest, she’ll always be “Nana,” but [...]
The La-La Sisterhood
I spent last weekend in Ft. Lauderdale with friends I’ve known since the early 1980s. We have a ton of memories from our teenage and college years. Now Cathy, Julie, and I are making memories from an adventure known as middle age.
Girl-bonding during a three-day marathon of enjoyable conversation is good for the soul.
Eggplant Parmesan-pizza [...]
Getting older is hot.
Do you remember where you were the first time you felt it? Most people remember. They can tell you what they were wearing. They can sing a few verses of the song that was playing at the time.
Me? I can tell you what I was reading (Eat, Pray, Love) and what I was smelling (a [...]
File under fun: Mom and Dad, who need help working the coffee machine, might buy a computer
We had dinner with my parents the other night. The good people who produce reality-based shows like Bounty Hunters and Man v. Food don’t know what they’re missing. Sitting down at my mother’s table is an adventure the likes of which they’ve never seen, not in the jungles of South America or the streets of [...]
Childhood, adult, middle age: the journey from cute to comatose
Amber, Jackie, and I have been friends since high school. (I’m using different names and identifying characteristics, so that jail time may be avoided.) Over the years, our conversations have changed along with our hairstyles and threshold for pain.
This has never been more apparent than in the last few weeks. We used to talk about [...]
Happiness is having a large and loving family that lives in another town
Mom always said she wanted her kids to live nearby, even on the same street. Several times this past week, with my siblings under her roof with their own children, I looked at her and yelled, above the deafening hum of Dad’s toy train speeding around the track, Champagne Supernova at full volume on someone’s [...]
More prune juice, please.
“Good God, why is Mommy shouting from the bathroom?”
For the second time in two months, my hemoglobin is down. The numbers aren’t quite as low as NBC’s ratings, but still, we’re concerned. My doctor says this is common among pre-menopausal women.
“You know what else is common?” I snapped, “required medication for women who first [...]
Catherine Durkin Robinson
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she’s crafty
