My daughter is mere weeks from college graduation, and my son is just behind her preparing for high school graduation. By November of last year my daughter knew where she would work, my son knew where he would study and much of the angst of the season of unknown transition was absent from our house.
If you are not a fan of Prairie Home Companion you won’t get the reference, if you are then the famous lines are already running through your head: where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children above average. I don’t live in the fictional Lake Wobegone, because
A couple of weeks ago I went with my daughter when she got her tattoo. If you have tattoos you know that what you want to say is “her first” because it’s hard to stop at one, but for now just “her tattoo.” She is 19 and a junior in college living in her own house
The cats have their spots. When in doubt of their location there are a half dozen of so standard places to check before you need to break out the cookie bag and start shaking it. They have a smaller number of nighttime spots, really only a few but they do a funny thing these cats
Have you ever ridden a bus? Either a long-haul trip or just a local. Even a school bus experience will do if that is all you have had. When you get on the bus that’s it, you are on the bus until the next stop. Long or short that’s it – you are stuck until
The baby child, that is to say the younger one who is not at all a baby anymore received his driver’s permit about a month ago. Unlike with his older sister who we taught to drive “the old fashioned way” by taking her out to parking lots and abandoned warehouse sites when she got her
Everything changes. That is an overused platitude that is supposed to be a comfort when you are uncomfortable with a shift, or suddenly moved from one state of being to another. The new place might be just fine but you aren’t used to it and you have to adjust. ‘Everything changes,’ someone will say as