And, yes. I do know calling it “the Wanamaker’s building” places me well within a certain age bracket. I don’t care. That’s how dire this situation is.
When news
I’m teaching my son to drive.
This is not my favorite thing to do. Driving lessons, I mean.
I taught my daughter to drive, too. And she’s great. Truly. You
“Oh, Mom,” my teenage son said. “What are those things you used to make on St. Patrick’s Day?”
“Irish soda bread?” I asked.
“I don’t know. The little ball things