So, my son has been madly prepping for “Step 1” of medical school exams, which future doctors have to take at the end of their second year. This preparation must be done in addition to the regular med-school workload, he explained, thus securing the mom sympathy vote.
As I plan the remodel of my kitchen, I have had some sobering epiphanies. Who knew that a home remodel could be a journey to self-knowledge? I may stitch a pillow that reads, “Know your kitchen, know thyself.”
I am so predictable. A box arrives at my school library and I become a kid in a candy shop with an open account.
Haven’t we all read about the timeless joys and emotional gratification of the family dinner? Whatever else you do, the experts repeat, make sure that your entire family sits down together several nights a week to eat, discuss their day and share their world with you.
In my first year as an elementary school librarian, the time came for the annual book fair. Some determined PTA volunteer handed me a red, curly wig and a dress patterned in stars and planets and said, firmly, “Here. Wear this. You get to be Ms. Frizzle for the book fair!”
This bit of cheap advice is for every woman about to give birth. Be very, very thoughtful about what you name your child.
Tonight was something new for me and rather special. My political opponents might be a bit surprised, but tonight I had the privilege of dining with and then cheering as my 18-year-old godson went off to Marine boot camp.
What the heck happened here? Dentists used to ask me if I even used my teeth. Apparently, pride goeth before the fall and the dentist’s appointment.