I went to my daughter’s 8th grade awards ceremony this morning. I was really proud that she was getting an award for maintaining a 3.5 GPA for the last three years.
I did something last weekend that I never, ever do. That goes against every bone in my body. (And no, it's not some Tantric sex thing.)
I arrived in a town without a hotel reservation for the weekend.
Ay Dios mio.
Or as my people would say: Oy vey.
My refrigerator died two and a half weeks ago. After 14 years, almost to the day, the poor thing had finally had enough. And its death was not surprising.
My family worked that fridge hard. Babies to teens. First marriage to a second one. While all around it, things changed. New paint color. New flooring. Two...
It started with the feet. A few years ago, my daughter started sharing my shoes. Flip flops and sandals but not my wedges. Too young for that. She got her ears pierced and she started wearing some of my earrings. And the diamond necklace I got from her father after she was born. (Only for...
My daughter and I went to see Big Sean last Thursday night.
Yes, Big Sean. The rapper who sings Dance A$$ with Nicki Minaj. Who denigrates women with his lyrics.
My almost 14 year-old kid has a thing for rappers. And explicit music.