My Mother’s Hands

“Your hands have changed.” This was the observation made by my 13-year-old daughter tonight as she sat across from me at the kitchen bar while I cooked dinner. “They still look like yours,” she explained. “They’ve just changed over the years.” I couldn’t help but smile. We’ve come to find amusement in this sort of … More My Mother’s Hands

I’ll take the Uninteresting, please.

So let’s talk about the UNinteresting for a moment. I consider the vast majority of my life happenings to be rather uninteresting. It’s a lot of paying bills, cleaning up messes, doing laundry, cooking, playing chauffeur to the children and trying to figure out my teenager’s agendas. You know, the norm. It’s basically uninteresting. It’s … More I’ll take the Uninteresting, please.