“Great minds, kid.”
I asked my daughter if she could help me move a shelving unit into the house. I had gotten one from my mom and knew I could never move it by myself. It was awkward and tall.
My son's advancement to first grade means both my children have homework most nights. And, people, I am telling you now, I am having trouble.
How much are you already failing at school? I'm at about a 60 percent these day. But have faith, I'll be pulling 20 percent in no time.
Last night, when I inquired about homework, my son quickly said he didn't have any and tried to hide his homework folder so I couldn't look inside. Naturally, this rang alarm bells.
I have a wonderful opportunity next week to speak to a group of mostly retired women and some men.
Yesterday I was called in for jury duty. I fully expected to not be seated and had a full day planned.
Five. My son scored five times at his first soccer practice. Is this a humblebrag? Nope, it’s a run-of-the-mill brag.
I have been repeatedly challenged on Facebook to name 10 books that have stayed with me over the years.
It was an endless wait in a doctor’s office, one that ended up taking us hours upon hours before the night was over. I was tired, cranky and hungry.