When my children were small, I thought most of their little talents and abilities were wonderful. They sang like angels, and babbled and chattered like cherubs, and danced like prima ballerinas, and the way they pretended their french fries were … Continue reading
Hub just left to get Zappa and bring him down here for his weekend help session with the college math. Oh, don’t look at me; I’m not the math teacher. Heaven help us all if someone depended on me for … Continue reading
All my life I have loathed the expression, “Act your age.” Even as a child I wondered how a person could ‘act’ an age; the best I could ever do was to ‘be’ an age. “Act” always connoted phoniness to … Continue reading