Waltz – Syra's Scribbles

Loser Parent of Teens

After this years’ first week of Lent, I feel like a loser mother. Where is the line between low energy and negligence? I have memories of Mom getting lost in her murder mysteries. One day I walked in the door after school to find that someone had given her a box of old mystery novels. Continue reading “Loser Parent of Teens”

Christmas Waltz Party

I whirled around the terracotta floors of my great room in Ed’s arms and enjoyed my evening of bliss. Mike doesn’t dance, so when Esther asked me for a Christmas party with waltzing and formal wear, Ed was the first person I invited. He looked dashing in his tuxedo, bow tie, cummerbund, knickerbockers, and knee-highContinue reading “Christmas Waltz Party”