Over the years, people have asked how my family felt about being the subjects of my writing. Though, as an adolescent, my older daughter occasionally questioned the accuracy of certain stories, claiming she "did not swerve the car to avoid a fuzzy caterpillar!" (she did), and the younger one once requested, in embarrassment, "Could you please not write about carving our Halloween pumpkins on Christmas Eve?" they were, in general, amazingly good sports. And my husband has been positively heroic, not to mention my biggest promoter.
Like my kids, I sometimes have trouble letting go of things, and writing these columns has been no exception. However, now that my children are grown, I'm looking forward to exploring some different kinds of writing.
In the meantime, I want to thank everyone who over the years has read my column and allowed me to share my stories with you. I especially thank those who emailed, called, or approached me in the supermarket to say that you could relate.
And extra thanks to those who saw me in the supermarket and ignored the fact that I was sneaking my child grapes.
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Nancy Crochiere works as an editor for a college textbook publisher and, in her spare time, tries to write humorously about modern family life. You can email her in care of email@example.com.