You Did WHAT to Prince’s Music?


The news of Prince’s recent death was a shock. At 57 years old, an iconic music legend was gone. There was no long illness, no cause of death given, just a confirmation from the proper authorities that he was no longer among the living.

By the time I picked my kids up from school the day his purple greatness died, they had already heard the news. I paused for a moment in the carpool line trying to figure out: 1. How to tell them, and 2. How it stacked up against the other dramas of a typical middle and high school day. As my son (the high schooler) was sharing his classmates’ reactions to the announcement, he mentioned that a 9th grade girl started crying and exclaimed, “My parents made me to Prince!”

Here we go.

Upon her declaration the rest of the class broke into roaring laughter, and as my 9th grader recounted the story, I started remembering some of my own personal encounters with Prince’s music. Thank goodness I thought before I spoke.

What I really wanted to say was, “That’s sounds about right. You were too.”  Continue reading

An 11-Month-Old Baby, Nine Months Pregnant, and Scared


The events of September 11 happened during my child-birthing years. In 2001, I had no idea how that day would impact my parenting.

September 11, 2001.

As I remember the terrorist events of the day and  the pain it caused our nation, I can’t help but remember what was going on in our lives. I had an 11-month-old baby. I was also nine-months pregnant with baby #2 and ready to deliver any day.

It was the first time in the white-picket-fence dream of my life that I realized we lived in a very real world. A world that is affected by reality. And sometimes when reality hits, it hits hard.

At the time I was married to a police officer. For the first time in my life, I faced the fact that there was the possibility I would be raising my kids alone. Widowed. Without a husband.

The next 48 hours were rough. My ex-husband had to work around the clock….even on his days off. The city pretty much went into lockdown mode. Every time the news came on, I cried. The false labor pains got worse with each tear. And my poor baby — the 11-month old — was so sweet, yet unphased by all of the events in our country. I couldn’t help but look into his big brown eyes and wonder what kind of world was I bringing children into.

Like many, I had friends in New York and Washington, D.C. who I tried to contact. I finally reached everyone I needed to reach and made sure they were okay. And they all were. We were lucky.

In so many ways, the events of those days changed my thinking.  But I also think it may have been the wake up call I needed.

I needed to know that anything, anything could happen to my dream marriage.

I needed to know that raising children is harder than changing diapers and tickling feet.

I needed to know that the false labor pains so many women experience during the latter stages of pregnancy were only the beginning of several years of experiencing pain and heartache from wearing my heart on my sleeve when it comes to the love I have for my children.

I needed to know that there are mean people in the world. Really mean people.

And I definitely needed to know that I was going to have to talk to my sweet, sweet babies about terrorism, tragedy, and racism.

And it’s still hard to think about, even though it is a reality of the world we live in… 14 years later.

What have you learned since the tragedies of September 11?