Dear Reader: Today is the the last day of school for my two youngest children. Tomorrow, they will begin the long summer wait for the next school year to start. This cyclical passing of time is short-lived, I know, punctuated by those all-familiar rituals which change as they (and I) age. This essay is in homage to them and the reality that time is truly fleeting…

Today, I waved to both my daughter and son as they rode away on the school bus.  It was the silly kind of wave – two arms flailing, and me jumping up and down as if I was flagging down a passing ship.  I made the heart sign to them and blew them both a kiss. We all continued waving until the bus was out of sight.  Walking back to my house, I had a lump in my throat. I am so sad. The times they are a’changing… […]