"This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England . . ."
It’s 6 a.m. on Friday, June 24th, and I’ve just awakened to the news that Great Britain voted to leave the European Union. Things might change between now and publication time, but as of this moment, Brexit is real, and it’s a shocker. They said it wouldn’t happen. (You know . . . they. Them. The ones who know.)
One of the best things about having an only child? When your kid’s in a chatty mood, she has no one to chat with but you.
(I know you young moms are scratching your heads, thinking, “What? How is this a good thing?” But trust me when I tell you – teenagers are far less forthcoming than toddlers. You will learn to value talkiness one day.)
It’s graduation season, and all across America famous people are standing behind podiums, capped and gowned, offering sagacious advice to our nation’s freshly minted adults.
Harriet Tubman bumped Andrew Jackson to the back of the $20 bill. Beyoncé rocked the world by making “Lemonade” out of lemons. Prince shocked the world by leaving it. Ted Cruz partnered up with John Kasich, then Carly Fiorina. Donald Trump trumped them all. Hillary Clinton played the Woman Card. Millions felt the Bern. Some people canceled concerts. Other people boycotted Target. We all spent an unseemly measure of time discussing bathrooms.
“Okay, Mom is screaming ‘tourist’ right now… Screaming…”
This from my suddenly-so-sophisticated, black-clad teenager as she walked a few paces behind her father and me down a steep sidewalk in San Francisco last week.