“Mom!” yelled my daughter, Cara, who I thought already left for school with her sister. I was running late for work, again, and failed to answer. I was looking for a warmer pair of gloves for the upcoming polar vortex due to blow that January afternoon.
I kept digging through my closet when Cara barged into my room.“Mom. We have a problem.” Continue reading “Crabby Morning with Teenage Driver”
Days of Part-Time Sunshine 