Mom, can we give PRETTY GIRL a ride to the movies tomorrow?”
“Sure,” I responded absently, typing away on my computer.
I knew my son Josh had arranged for a group of friends to go see Toy Story 3 the next day and I often cart his friends around for their various social engagements, so I didn’t give his request another thought.
Until I was blow-drying my hair the next morning, that is.
You know how it goes. You’re just standing there, drying your hair while you mentally go through your checklist for the day. Yeah, well all of a sudden connections began rapidly firing in my preoccupied perimenopausal brain. Snatches of previous conversations I’d had with my son whizzed through my head like Pinewood Derby cars on race day. (Read more