The word “teenager” comes from the Latin and means “a puddle of hormonally unbalanced moods, angst, disobedience, rolling eyes and sarcasm incapable of hanging up a single item of clothing or taking a shower that doesn’t drain Lake Superior.” Latin is a remarkably...
I have a seventeen-year-old daughter, as do many of you. Although I think she is beautiful, talented, intelligent, compassionate, and altogether wonderful, I am not besotted enough to think she is unique in possessing these attributes. No, I’m pretty sure that the...
My elder daughter is a high school senior mid-way through the process of applying to colleges. O. M. G. I thought I was a reasonably savvy mom, but the process and the cost of attendance have left me with my jaw on the floor. The plethora of choices and reams of...
Many thanks to the brilliant, funny and prolific Catriona McPherson for “tagging” me to participate in this blog hop. I was fascinated to read in her blog last Monday that our writing styles are similar—Stephen King-esque. What are you working on? Today, I’m taking a...
I haven’t blogged much this year and I think that’s, in part, because I didn’t have a theme. I told myself I’d write about whatever took my fancy, but I never seemed to sit down and do it. Well, in terms of what I’ve been reflecting on, what I’ve been doing, the theme...
