I Tell Myself I Don’t Want to be Mad

Thursday morning we’re almost out the door for school when I see Jane standing at the kitchen sink dumping salt into a glass. She explains that she has a sore throat and I remind her that independence is a wonderful thing but she should tell me when she doesn’t feel well. I can help. We pack the dog and the kids into the car and head off to school. The dog doesn’t actually require packing, he just hops in the car and waits for us. He loves a drive to …

I Only Show Up for the Lashes

Earlier today I was on HLN’s Prime News talking about three chicken nuggets. There’s a story in the news of bureaucracy gone bad (is there any other sort of bureaucracy story to tell?). A four year old girl in a state run (or perhaps funded) daycare had her lunch taken away because it didn’t include a vegetable. She had a turkey and cheese sandwich, a banana, a bag of chips and an apple juice. The cafeteria worker took the child’s lunch away and told her that it wasn’t nutritionally complete …