Michelle Martin

December 04, 2019

Hello. Goodbye.

Parenting college students, I read somewhere, means learning to say goodbye again and again and again. But that’s only true if it also means saying hello again and again.

November 20, 2019

Is it Christmas yet?

It’s already started. I’ve seen Facebook posts of people decorating their Christmas trees. The stores have been stocked with stockings and lights since before Halloween. And last weekend, Teresa asked when we could put our tree up.

November 06, 2019

A good book

When I was a kid, I could spend an entire day reading.

October 23, 2019

Leave a message

When I first got a cell phone, more than 20 years ago now, I’d answer it every time it rang. Part of it was that no one had the number unless I gave it to them, but part of that was that it was just what you did then: If the phone rang, you answered it

October 09, 2019

Brown-bagging it

I have never been among the ladies who lunch. Not that I don’t go out for lunch from time to time. I do, and I enjoy it. But most of the time, I pack my own sandwich and yogurt, carrots and apple.

September 18, 2019

Look at all the people

When I was a very small child, there was a finger game we used to play. With hands folded together, fingers interlaced and tucked inside our palms, we would say, “Here is the church.” With index fingers extended to come to a point, we’d say, “Here is the steeple.”

September 04, 2019

The blink of an eye

It’s amazing how fast it happens. You pull up to the curb outside the dorm and open the back of the car. Movers toss everything into a big bin: suitcases and boxes and pillows and laundry baskets full of everything from detergent to dishes.

August 21, 2019

To light a fire

When I was a child in Girl Scouts, I loved doing the things that no one ever let little girls do at home: whittling away at a piece of wood with a sharp knife, wandering along paths in the forest for hours and starting campfires.

August 07, 2019

Thoughts and prayers

I was taking a break from wandering the streets of downtown Philadelphia, home to Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell, when I heard about the terrorist attack in El Paso.

July 24, 2019

Paper, paper everywhere

Somehow, I thought that when my kids got older, things would be easier. Not so much to keep track of. And in so many ways, things are easier. I still bless the day Teresa learned to fasten her own seatbelt and I didn’t have to crawl halfway into the back seat every time we went anywhere in a car together.
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