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“Fifteen” author Nik Davies’ monthly column about life as a wife, mom, author, grandmother, aunt and more in the Berkshires of Massachusetts.
Nik Davies spends most of her available time making up stories and writing them down and although she’s never found evidence, she’s convinced her mother is either a superhero or an alien, maybe even both! Throughout my life my mom has been the ultimate role model. She forged through the ugly stigmas placed upon woman…
Hello world, I am a middle child, YIPPEEEE! The middle is an adventurous place to be although people often have weird misconceptions about us middle-borns. We’re often thought of as mixed up underachievers who are either overshadowed or overlooked. They say we’re secretive and unwilling to share our feelings and some statistics even say that…
BERKSHIRE FAMILY FOCUS FILE PHOTO Do you know your zombie score? I have ignored the world’s obsession with zombies for decades. Basically, because Zombies give me the creeps. With the recently weird upsurge of real-life face eating humans, funny zombie movies and hit living dead series, the inevitable happened and zombies infiltrated my household…
So, I’m a new grandmother. A beautiful child popped up several months ago although she’s actually been on the planet for a few years. Mysterious you say? Indeed! The discovery was slightly traumatic and a total surprise to the entire family but if you’ve been following this column, you know that our children can get…
Note: The following is a monthly column written by young adult writer Nik Davies about life as a mom, writer, wife, sister, aunt, daughter, friend etc. It will run on the first Monday of each month onBerkshire Family Focus. This month’s column is dedicated to the memory of Dad, Bruce Dean. We’ll love and miss…
Note: The following is a monthly column written by young adult writer Nik Davies about life as a mom, writer, wife, sister, aunt, daughter, friend etc. It will run on the first Monday of each month on Berkshire Family Focus. This month’s column is dedicated to the memory of Dad, Bruce Dean. We’ll love and…
DISCLAIMER: No little old ladies were hurt before, during or after the making of this story. Nine o’clock on a Friday evening, the phone rings and it’s our oldest son. In a most condescending tone, a tone cultivated over years of hoping for the day he would outwit his mother, he asked if I knew…
Am I the only parent out there that can no longer understand their teenager? I don’t mean her attitude, I get that. I’m not referring to her clothing, her hair style or the fact that she wants to put holes in her body where holes shouldn’t be. I’m talking about her actual speech which…
