With apologies to Clement C. Moore...
It's the week before Thanksgiving,
And all through the house,
not a turkey was stirring,
no, nor even a louse.
As I peered out the bathroom window this morning and saw the light frosting of snow on rooftops and lawns, I felt a shiver of dread.
One of the great things about Fort Wayne is that we are a convenient stopping point for national touring acts.
Hey, did you know that breast cancer exists? You do? Great!
So this happened: my daughter got her heart broken by her Internet boyfriend.
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.
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 been repeatedly challenged on Facebook to name 10 books that have stayed with me over the years.
With last week's starting of school, my family has had to re-jigger our mornings so that everyone gets to where they need to be by the ungodly hour when the sun just begins to rise.