Now that I am older, I have come to appreciate the amazing restraint my mom exercised when I and my sisters were children and teenagers. With our rolling eyes and know-it-all comments and all-around pain-in-the-posterior attitudes, it is a miracle that any of us ever made it to adulthood.
And yet, here I am, a mother myself of children with their own eye rolls and smart-aleck responses and P.I.T.A. performances, I swear they will be lucky to make it to next week! Continue reading
According to family lore, when I was just a newborn, my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother wanted me to be christened. However, my father interceded, saying that when and if I were baptized, it should be something that I knowingly would choose. His stance made sense to my mother, and I was not baptized as a baby.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
~William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2)
Yesterday, one of my favorite bloggers, Ann Marie Bryant, posted a writing challenge, asking readers to share their nicknames and the reasons behind those monikers.
Isn’t it strange how something years removed can suddenly pop into your head for no apparent reason? That just happened to me today.
In life’s travels, we often take side trips. Some side trips prove to be integral aspects of our life’s journey, as in higher education, career choices, marriage, and having children. Others prove to be enlightening and exciting diversions.
In this series, Passport to the World, I will revisit the side trips of my own life travels. We have already visited France and Italy. The next stop is the cradle of civilization: Egypt.