Popping My Joint

autumn, New England, family, granddaughterI picked her up in the late afternoon.

I was tired and just wanted to go for a walk, start dinner, open a bottle of wine, relax – finally. But my daughter had called me in a panic earlier in the day: “Can you pick up Sophie from Russian math later today? I overbooked with the two boys.”

Being a woman who always wants to be a “good mom” and an even better grandmother, I said yes even before I asked “where?” Continue reading