In 1986, at the tender age of 15, while most teens were at the mall or learning how to smoke behind 7-Eleven, I had a job at a hair salon. And by “job,” I mean my mom paid a man named Wayne Michael to let me work there. This was a shocking twist I discovered... Continue Reading →
The Reluctant Parent’s Guide to Raising Good Humans
Years ago, I met up with a couple of friends from high school. We had our kids with us, so we visited a local science and activity center. While our kids played, we talked about parenting. At one point, I said, “Wow! It’s weird that we are definitely not kid people, but we had kids.”... Continue Reading →
My Mother at 80
Today is my mother’s 80th birthday. Yes, I said IS, not would have been as people often say when someone is dead but they are remembering a birthday. It’s still my mom’s birthday even though she has been dead since January of 2019. It’s still 10/4! It’s her day. Ten-four is something truckers say over... Continue Reading →