I stand at yet another crossroad, Empty Nest Syndrome. I went through marriage, children (four), divorce, and the death of my parents in a three month period. Empty nest, or the concept thereof, is beginning because my two youngest are still at home — so I am getting my feet wet – but the light at the end of this tunnel is visible. My son left, then returned after Super-storm Sandy, but plans to leave as soon as his job affords him the ability to do so. My daughter will be a college senior so she’s here and she’s not. It amazes me how unimportant pivotal times in life seem, to any of us who have not yet experienced them. We don’t understand the realities of raising a teenager until we have done it, at which point we’ve earned the right to shake our heads in a collective maelstrom of understanding. Or the sense of disequilibrium I felt when my children, one by one, left for college. Losing my parents was the most profound rite of passage, although I shall save writing about this experience for another time. It deserves that. The concept of aging, possibly alone, is daunting. What will I do with my time? My son Jesse and my brother Wynn say “BLOG!” And so we have a tech savvy minimalist figuring out how to create a blog, and what to write about. Jesse says “stop thinking about it and just do it.” I have taken his advice.