I'm not sure where I've been the past few months, but suddenly I'm home from travels and I'm wondering where I've left my summer. I can't seem to find it anywhere. I've laid the thing down and forgotten where I've put it. Growing up, whenever we couldn't find anything, like a pair of pants perhaps, we'd do what every kid does and asked our mother.
She would always respond thusly, "Maybe you left them at a friend's house." I always wondered how my mother could possibly think I would walk home from a friend's house with no pants on, but after the millionth time asking her such questions, I understood her response. It wasn't that she didn't care or didn't love me, but she had to ignore the request and respond with a canned answer or go bonkers from being required to forever keep track of her children's belongings.Read More