“I don’t think Mrs. H likes Klingon.” This is the first thing my son shared with me after arriving home from school earlier this week. And with an intro like that, I wondered what was coming. “She asked us if any of us knew a second language, and I raised my hand. When she calledContinue reading “Klingon As A Second Language”
It’s amazing how fast tragedies unfold in our mind within the vacuum of any actual facts or details.
I hate it when I’m wrong, but I especially hate when that means my husband is right. If you’ve been married longer than ten minutes, I’m sure you can appreciate that sentiment. After twenty years of marriage, we’ve stopped keeping a tally mark, but that’s because we needed to clean out the garage, and allContinue reading “I hate it when I’m wrong”