So the mother of my children, the apple of my eye, the love of my life, feeling (quite obviously) that life is never quite complicated enough takes on a high-profile job in a field totally unrelated to anything she has experienced before. Yes…this is the woman who is completing a masters-level program on what the university calls a “part-time program” (for the professor, perhaps). <\/p>\n
So now, the late evening quietude is broken by the sounds of a woman muttering blasphemous incantations directed at her closet as she frets about what to wear to a TV interview or what she is going to say at the breakfast table with one of the country’s most prominent politicians.<\/p>\n
Dearest daughter asked me, somewhat rhetorically, the other morning why she felt sick every time we passed the school’s front doors. “It’s in your genes, dear”… I replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
“But I’m not wearing jeans…” she retorted. \u00a0 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So the mother of my children, the apple of my eye, the love of my life, feeling (quite obviously) that<\/p>\n