Growing up is hard to do. I know, I did it. Now guiding my kids through it, I’m reminded of how truly difficult adolescence really was.
Remember the theme chant “Women glow, men perspire, pigs sweat?” It ruined me.
At least for an hour a week, there is peace.
Can we control how we will be remembered?
I would call it a whim. My husband sent me a link to a house he thought I would like.