There are no rules. Everything is on the table. Everything is up for grabs.
Never have so many done so little of what was asked.
When I was a girl, I used to collect bunches of dandelions. It didn’t matter to me that everyone else was trying to get rid of them–out, out, damned weed!–I thought they were pretty. Together, they looked like a fist full of sunshine. More than just a schoolgirl fancy though, I was convinced that a…
This week my kids went to school. Normally that’s not a noteworthy accomplishment. But we’re living in anything but normal times. Then on Wednesday the husband, who’s been merrily working remotely from our bedroom, went into the office. The door closed behind them and I was left with an empty house and an empty day….