Davionn called me up to his bedroom to assemble a race track for him. When I opened the door, he was wearing his hockey mask and aiming a bright orange plastic revolver in my direction. I corrected him immediately because a rule in our home (a fairly logical one) is that you never aim a gun at anyone. His response was “Don’t worry mommy, this is an old fashion gun.” Continue reading When Clicks Ruled the West
I remember making lists as a child. I still do. I list and list and list. I make grocery lists and lists of chores for the day, lists of things I need to get rid of, lists of things I need to acquire, lists of appointments, and lists of work hours vs working hours.
All the while, I’m figuring out how much time I have to make more lists. There are lists everywhere. The one thing that seldom makes it onto a list is the time when I do none of that. Continue reading B, The Right Type of Type A