michelle m. davis

Have you noticed the yellow buses, quieter neighborhoods, and bustling athletic fields? It’s that time of year. Kids are back to school. Growing up, the first day of school was always the Wednesday after Labor Day. Of course, that holiday weekend signified the end of summer. While somewhat sad, I couldn’t wait to wear my “new school clothes” and see friends every day instead of at the pool or during arranged play dates. As much as I loved summer vacation, I also felt comfort in the routine...

For years I lived a Type A life. Each waking hour had perceived purpose. After all, didn’t repeated achievement lead to success? I set goals—annual, monthly, weekly, and daily. I owned a Franklin Planner, and I never went anywhere without it. I loved Stephen Covey and his “habits.” I professed the genius of David Allen’s advice in his best-seller, Getting Things Done. During my thirties, forties, and much of my fifties, I volunteered on boards and attended endless meetings. I even made this...

I’m the Mother of the Groom. Our older son, Jack, is getting married this week. My husband and I love Katie, the woman he’s marrying. These two make an incredible couple. We have no doubt they’ve each found their perfect person. Still, I’m unsure how this upcoming nuptial will shift my role. I know how to be Jack’s mom and Katie’s friend, but I’m not so sure what it means to be the “mother-in-law.” Now, I believe in synchronicities. In fact, my husband and I have been seeing 11:11 all week!...