The first sign that I had trouble with my elves came by way of a text message. “Thanks for thinking of us with a Christmas card, but the envelope we received was empty.” Nice one, I chided myself, recalling the frantic 6 a.m. addressing-and-stuffing spree of a few days earlier. Chicken Little and I,…
Ever gone on vacation and wished to pretend to be someone else for the week? Just really get away from it all, including yourself? My oldest daughter spent our Hawaiian vacation being a boy. Chicken Noodle, nee’ Elizabeth, most often known as Libby, announced upon arrival in Honolulu that she was now to be referred…
Awhile back, I promised I’d post this essay, which was published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Magic of Mothers and Daughters this year. It’s all about the antics which ensued when Chicken Noodle and I traveled together when she was two. Seems especially appropriate given our recent mother-daughter quest to Hawaii (which was…