Why, Enthusiastically, Dawn?

Sometimes I really do amuse myself. It is usually during these times, I simultaneously embarrass my daughter but, hey, that’s what mothers are for. I remind my 13-year-old that it could be worse. Much worse. At least she isn’t in the local Drugstore with me three aisles over yelling, “Pooh, Pooh, where are you?” No,Continue reading “Why, Enthusiastically, Dawn?”