Back in the 1970s, when hippies reigned and Marlo Thomas and her friends sang about being "Free to Be You and Me," it was unheard of for a boy to play with a doll (G.I.
Because being a mother means reading some incredibly crappy/interminably long/devilishly irritating kiddie books over, and over and over again, I dreamed up something I call the
Everyone but me flew the coop for Spring Break.
Wednesday was the first day of another job for Kalisha; another day of being excited and nervous and almost giddy. That would apply to Kalisha AND me, except for the giddy part.
When I first got a van, I withered inside and whined.
It doesn’t matter who goes first or last or in the middle. Everyone is getting dessert; everyone has to brush their teeth. Unless you’re a kid. Then it matters very much.
While it feels like all the world left to go to beautiful, warm locations for spring break, I know the reality is that a whole lot of folks are like me and stuck around home for the cold snow, the
I look at my daughter, who is very nearly as tall as I am, though she's just 11, and I think: This kid has got a pretty good life.
Today is opening day ay Parkview Field in Fort Wayne. Yay! Many baseball fans have anxiously been awaiting this day.
OK, so I know this isn't a weighty topic, but I think after the winter we've had, it's time for a little happiness.