Cynthia Harrison

Novelist

Tag: 50-Something

  • Their Other Mother

    My sons’ stepmom is a wonderful woman. I could be her friend so easily if circumstances were different. Still, through the 25 years we’ve been blended, I’ve enjoyed her company when we’re thrown together by special occasions like Mike & Jessica’s wedding last month.   After our divorce, my ex and I both remarried, to the proper persons this time. I…

  • Baby Love

    My firstborn son, Michael, got married last weekend to a wonderful young woman. He’s thirty, but I still get stuck in his baby days, back when we were constant companions. We did everything together, had a mutual admiration society. Through the years, I’ve often wished for that enormous, easy bond of love again.  As a mom to growing boys, I…

  • Satisfyingly Complete

    Thought that this morning I’d just clean up some of the language in the story I started yesterday, since I had no idea where it was going or how to finish it. So I started working on it and typed in my revisions and then there was a new sentence and another one until the story…

  • Twitter, Eating, and Me

    This is pretty funny, but I have acquired a following on Twitter. Even though I do not Twitter. It cracks me up. I joined briefly a while ago and then didn’t do anything with it, so I opted out. Or so I thought. So, just in case you decide to follow me, I won’t be…

  • Sleeping Alone

    My husband Al snores. He also talks in his sleep in some intelligible language and steals blankets. He thrashes around like he’s trying to run and once elbowed me in the cheek. Plus his feet when exposed to air are mildly malodorous. And yet, sleeping without him is the way I miss him most when he’s…