Last week while I was cooking dinner, my 11-year-old casually handed me his molar (the third one in as many weeks) and held his hand open for money. This has been our routine — him trading his tooth for a dollar — ever since I told him the truth about…
Category: The Early Years
(Not) Music to my Ears
I do not come from a musical family. No one can read music, play an instrument or even carry a tune. Nonetheless, where I grew up, joining the school band or orchestra was a rite of passage. During elementary school, my sister tried to play the flute. When she couldn’t get a sound out…