I am that delinquent runner you just barely missed hitting, you know the one who didn’t look before crossing and didn’t even know you were there because I had my headphones in and music turned up loud enough to muffle the gasping from my lungs. I know better, really I do. I’ve lectured my children
Preparing school lunches is high on the list of things I like to do the least. No matter how lovingly and thoughtfully I have crafted their midday meal; my discerning young diners rarely appreciate the effort. I have noted this by the return of their lunch bags with the contents almost intact. Yet this week,
