How to Mess Up During the Pandemic

My daughter botched her online piano recital. She reminded me how to move on.
My daughter botched her online piano recital. She reminded me how to move on.
When my 13 year old received a tracking device, I experienced the same sinking feeling that I did on the morning of September 11: I knew the world would never be the same.
Family fun in the sun beckons, but danger lurks in the shadows.
My ancestors and I helped champion my daughters’ triumphs.
Eating with our hands helped us rediscover our roots.
Eye candy. All lit up.
Have we become a world of DIY hairdressers? Are we now embracing gray hair and scruffy looks? Giving up hair salons and barber shops may mean giving up some sanity and friends.
I asked a friend if she would help me. She wasn’t willing to do it. I loved her anyway.
Here’s to realizing our 2020 vision.
Security screening never felt this good.