It’s spring break, one of the wonders of working for the school district. It’s not paid vacation, mind you, but it’s vacation – always a fabulous thing. The building is in a frenzy of anticipation for several weeks. Almost hourly, someone heading out to an exotic locale saunters through...
Day 74: Sixty in Six
“I was raised by Old People; I like my creature comforts.” Son #2 says this at dinner, in the suave radio-personality voice he adopts when he’s in entertainment mode, out to amuse others with polished practiced tidbits. Son #2 notices that he is currently out to amuse the Old...
Day 64: Mania Du Jour
Put down the self-help articles, Missy. Pick up a novel. Yet there’s always that spark of innocent hope — the next Life Hack will be life changing! one simple trick will fix everything forever! It’s like buying lottery tickets as your retirement plan. Please, God, let me win, so...
Day 63: Color My World
When adult coloring books became all the rage, I just shook my head. When adults I know started plastering Facebook with pictures of all the pages they’d proudly colored, I added pity and eye rolls to the head shakes. It’s just paint-by-number, thought I – with the trendy freedom...
Day 62: A Bite Out Of Life
“The narcotic is important. It will fool your brain into thinking we didn’t saw into your jaw bone and dig around and then take more stitches in your mouth than are in the jeans you’re wearing. The narcotic will also make you so nauseous that you won’t be able...