The relative effects of teenage choices
It’s my fault that he left in a U-Haul in the middle of the night. He might try to tell you differently, but don’t believe him.
It’s my fault that he left in a U-Haul in the middle of the night. He might try to tell you differently, but don’t believe him.
Charles Dickens made them famous, Erma Bombeck made them funny, and I made them a summary of my experience.
Though I could no longer ask Mom about the things she always told me, I wondered what words of mine might still be taking up space in the brains of my three adult kids.
She asked me to please, please wait at the finish line when I was done and get a picture of her crossing. Only it didn’t happen as she had pictured.
I am dazed and amazed that she had the foresight to provide me with such hindsight.
As she began speaking to an operator, my mind wandered to a blood-splattered ER where I envisioned my little boy grimacing in pain and crying for his mommy, me.