Church this morning was standing room only, rows upon rows of be-hatted women and seersucker suit-ed men fanning themselves with programs. The fashion was truly stunning, everyone starched and well pressed and pastel as you please. From my vantage point in the second story choir loft at the back of the sanctuary, I was able…
Category: Liam
It’s Getting to That Point Where These Will All Be Baby Posts From Here On Out
No, he says, and cries, and pulls away. Come ON, I say, cajoling. It’s fun, sweetheart. Go on, you’ll be fine, just try it. You’ll love it. I am a wheedling pusher in an after school special, craftily talking him into something he doesn’t want to do. Come on, his dad joins in. Daddy can’t…
When It Rains . . .
Sheesh. Get a new blog, have a paper due, have tons of reading and three interviews all in the same week. How’s a girl supposed to find time to tinker with her new toy when she’s up til midnight writing about the constitutionality of school wide drug screening, and trying to memorize the alma maters…