by Wendi Aarons
My kids start school in a few days. After our long, hot, busy summer, I know I should be really excited that we’re getting back to our regular routine. I mean, who isn’t happy when school resumes? Last year my friends and I actually popped open a bottle champagne at the bus stop. But this time, I’m feeling a little sad that they can’t stay home just a little while longer. I know, what the hell is wrong with me?
by Chris Jordan
The lasts are hard for me to deal with. Mostly because when they are happening we don’t know that they are the last. We have no reason to mark the occassion as special or set it aside as being different than any other day. We are just going on like it is a regular day. It is only in retrospect, in looking back, that the event has any importance.