I am raising three women. They are girls right now, but they will be women when I’m done with them—I hope. That’s the plan anyway. I’m aiming for three distinct versions of confident, fulfilled, kind, and brave badass women. There are so many things I do not care about regarding my children’s futures.
My first ice cream cone lesson was the most important: lick the sides as well as the top. If you don’t, the consequences can be dire. They include:
1. Sticky fingers, a frozen hand, as well as a stream of melting vanilla dribbling down to your elbows.
So, just when you thought the 11.7 scholarships college baseball teams are forced to share constitutes the worst travesty in sports, you learn you were wrong.
As awful and inexcusable as the college baseball scholarship limit is, the inequity in pay in World Cup Soccer – men vs. women – is far, far worse.
The Mississippi Hospital Association says it’s found a way to accept $1.35 billion annually in federal money to expand health insurance for the poor without costing the state anything.
I don’t get weepy at much. My friend, Mary Straton Smith, knows that military homecoming videos can bring me to my knees and uses this to derail my day by tagging me in the tear-jerkiest of tear-jerkers that she comes across on social media—but I don’t cry at my kids’ performances or first or last days of school.
July fourth is a great holiday. Family, burgers, swimming pools, iced tea. It’s a fun relaxing holiday. An added bonus, so far this summer has been remarkably mild.
The signers of the Declaration of Independence were signing their death warrants if their rebellion was squelched. Our nation was founded on selfless bravery.