Adventures of a mom in the Middle East. Terence studiously avoids nostalgia, and the girls are distracted by starting up their school years. But then out of the blue will come evidence that they, too, remember. And this global awareness pops up in more serious circumstances, too. The other night at dinner, we were going around and saying one thing that surprised us about our day.

It was a quality she cloaked in a polite, seemingly offhand request may I hold the baby? And a nonchalant tone of voice, but I knew her intentions were indisputably vulturine at their core. 15 Things I Remember About Being 15. Marching Along The Path of Joy.

You, and me, and all of us out there in Voter Land. It sometimes seemed it would.

A Resolution, Not a Resignation. Doing so, for me, was a logical step in seriously launching my journey or perhaps I should say. Follow the stories that filled my mind and soul. Evariederauthor at gmail dot com.

When I was a kid, I hated being the youngest. I always had to wait another year, another grade, a little longer. Pierced ears, staying home alone, R movies, adult discussions. If I had kept tabs on all the promises people were supposed to tell me when I got older, at some point in my life I was in for a windfall. The question was, when exactly was older? I rememb.

Do I know you? The Potatoes Are Rotten. The starchy, tasty, popular yet humble potatoes had rotten. Huh! What would I do without this food crop. None from my list above. No Fries,Wedges and Chips. No Scallops and innumerable etceteras.