I learned to drive in 1990 when my biggest fear on the road was the drunk drivers in Staten Island. In high school, in driver’s ed, and on billboards around town, M.A.D.D. (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) messages were shoved down our throats. By 16, this scare tactic had successfully inflicted fear against drunk driving, AIDS, and teenage pregnancy.
Today I am stepping away from the saving money, frugal ways, and recipes that I usually write about. I have an issue that makes me crazy. Smart phones. Now I am not an ogre and I don’t hate technology, but come on! What bugs me is that we can’t seem to put the phone down....more
One recent evening my husband and I were lying in bed watching our version of a bedtime story -- House Hunters International. At around 10:15 we heard the front door -- our son was home for the evening. There’s a sense of calm that comes over a parent, no matter how old their children, when the kids are all safely at home for the night -- and that’s what I felt as the door shut and the front light went off.
Then we heard a crash -- the kind of crash no one wants to hear.