I was in elementary school when I caught fire.
I spent about a year moping about after my youngest fledged the nest for Northeastern University. A study in contrasts of the day he left for kindergarten and I danced in the street after his school bus turned the corner. Later that day Karma smacked me down when his teachers didn’t load him into his bus ride home. Yikes. Odd creaking upstairs was just the house settling or adjusting to humidity and… Read More