Every week I have to drive down Price Avenue to take my youngest son to his cello lesson, and I'm so glad that I have at least one reason to drive down this street. Prince Avenue is special to me, mostly because I used to live near there before I was married. I loved the … Continue reading April
Life may not be boring, but I can write about it only so much, or I'm going to bore you. I mean, how many times do you want to read that the eight-year-old beat me at Star Wars Monopoly? (And I swear I'm not letting him win.) Or that the eleven-year-old played Mozart's Fantasia for the thousandth time, or that I am still a failure at cooking, and you couldn't eat off my floors, but all the laundry gets done, and the dishes are washed three times a day.