This story by Deb Dion, now co-owner and editor-in-chief of Telluride Magazine, was originally published in 2013. But no truer words were ever spoken. On Valentine’s Day, it is not little boxes, not tickets to a game, not chocolates, not flower, it is laughter that is the...
We all wore them. We had to. Without exception, every single kid employed at the amusement park by the lake was obliged to wear the same uniform, red and blue striped collared jerseys, khaki shorts. The teenagers who served cotton candy, the ones that squeezed families into rollercoaster...
My daughter came home in tears from school. Girl drama, as we call it, apparently strikes earlier than it did when we were young. She’s only in the first grade, but already the social hierarchy and personality conflicts are starting. It’s a long, slow, and...
My favorite time to go to the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) is NEVER. And especially not during the rush of the busy holiday season. So when I was informed that I’d have to return to the DMV and retake the driver’s test because my...
I had this really snarky, hilarious friend in college named Kristin. Kristin was always saying and doing funny things, like trying to open the doors to a bank at night (someday someone’s going to forget to lock them, right?) and putting her hands on freshly...
Every time I call my Dad, my stomach clenches and I brace myself. “It’s Debbie,” I say. Sometimes I say it twice. Because I’m never sure if he’s going to recognize my voice, and someday I know he’s not going to recognize my name. “It’s Debbie....
I’m not supposed to complain. Everybody wishes they could work from home, right? No office, no commute, no drama. But telecommuting when you have young kids around presents its own unique set of challenges. [caption id="attachment_52279" align="aligncenter" width="191"] Telecommuting moms. Looks just like this, all happy...
He walks in the door, exhausted. He’s been working for more than nine hours on the construction site, lifting heavy things, and he’s covered in a layer of fine wood dust. He slumps into a chair and bends over slowly to unlace his work boots. “Daddy!...
I have learned, through painful experience, never to dismantle The Creation too soon. So it sits there, in the center of the living room, or on a bedroom floor, this giant ball of detritus: broken pieces of toys, blankets, stuffed animals, miscellaneous Legos, drawings, and...
“Don’t let him play so close to the edge!” I warned. “He’s fine,” said my husband. He gets frustrated by my helicopter parenting, the way I constantly hover too close, trying to protect the kids. “Okay,” I fumed. “But he’s gonna fall in.” KERPLOP! He emerged from...
