Miss Williams looked satisfied in her mean, pinched way. “Well,” she said, “ta-ta.” (She always said “ta-ta” instead of “goodbye.” Chicken language, it sounded like.) As soon as Miss Williams was gone and my mother was sitting down again, I burst into tears. Kneeling on the floor, I buried my head in her lap and…
Final Authority: (This is one job that must be enjoyed while it is in play because it can disappear overnight.) My children ask me the most random, interesting, perceptive questions and somehow because I own the car keys, I am supposed to know the answers. “Why are the cousins late?” “Why makes blue?” “Why did…
When I became a mother in April of 1996, I didn’t realize that I was volunteering for some seriously exhausting sub-jobs. I knew I was going to be bathing, feeding, diapering, buckling up and doing laundry ad nauseum. What I didn’t know was that eventually I was going to be a professional referee, a border…
Stand Still 