When my sister and I were young, we held dance recitals in our basement. Together with friends we would set up a line of metal folding chairs and string up an old sheet to use as a curtain. We’d fetch the battery operated tape recorder and don old dance costumes or plain, pink leotards; tap…
Tag: sibling rivalry
O Brother where art thou?
I made the right sacrificial offering to the Parental Karma Gods That Be when my boys were young. Neither boy was a biter, a pusher, a smacker. There was rarely a sandbox altercation to break up and even temper tantrums, the proper ones where you feel the eye of every adult burning into your soul…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 