Remember Not To Forget
An always popular party motif is remembering when. Dressing up according to a bygone era, finding clothes that reflect a time that’s only a memory for some, history for others. When Isley came by to show us her 80’s outfit, I was struck by how she’d managed to mimic the fashion of that decade. Google…
Grand Intentions; Gargantuan Goofs
I didn’t mean for it to happen. How many times in life have I said that? We had family over for a celebration. The kids determined they would cook dinner. A sweet gift to me. I’d rather play. The grands all wanted to go outside, so we trooped out back to see what trouble…
The Genetic Conundrum: Why Am I Me?
I watched five-year-old Isley plop down in front of yet another episode of “My Little Pony”. In her perfect world, it would be a castle, ponies–the names and personalities of each of them as familiar to her as her own name–various other critters, and her. Her world. What fascinated me was the way she sat. Her…