Time really does move faster when you’re older….I just blinked and 2009 had passed me by before I realized it…and 2010 is already moving just as fast!

We never do leave home. Every house we’ve ever lived in has helped form us into who we are, has followed along with us every step of the way.

Regardless of the causes, I am dealing with an enormous loss, and the agony of watching him erase himself. It is the antithesis of creating. It is chaos as well as inertia.

Okay, gather ’round while I give you The Secret…

The walls of human understanding have various purposes, textures, designs. But their intent is often to keep something…safe from challenge and on-going discovery of the truth of inherent polarity.

It’s a love story between a father and his sons….It’s about family in all its messy glory when each member is valued as an individual. It’s about males without women but not in a way that demeans either gender.

Here she was — the latest in the string of middle-aged women laid off, retired, let go, fired, since the economy nose-dived last year.

They have some nice looking stuff, but most of it requires layering (because it’s too skimpy to be worn without something under it or over it).

I’m missing writing on ByJane. I’m missing doodling with keyboard and I’m missing venting and I’m missing sharing my every this, that or the other. MidLifeBloggers seems too–I dunno–grownup to just mess about on. Or …

I just finished the season opener of Jon & Kate Plus 8. It was painful to watch, especially for anyone who has gone through the breakup of a marriage. Clearly they are each putting on …

This week, my friend’s grandson received a formal, medical diagnosis of autism. This news brought a flood of memories of me as a confused, terrified and angry mother of another three-year old boy with autism.

Dear Family…I am not adopting because it’s trendy. Did you decide to get pregnant and give birth to your children because it was trendy? No? Then maybe you can understand that level of trendiness, or lack thereof, was not part of the equation when I was deciding to adopt. I want to be a parent, and this is the way that is open and available to me at this time in my life. Let’s agree that I won’t accuse you of trying to imitate your favorite pregnant celebrity and you won’t accuse me of wanting to adopt because I’m following in the footsteps of Madonna or Angelina Jolie or anyone else. Okay?