Empty nest not always so empty
Last August we sent Junior off to college. It was horrible. I spent the entire day trying to be cheerful and happy, when all I really wanted to do was cry. Junior looked like all he wanted to do was get rid of his mother. I honestly think Harry could have stayed because the entire time he was helping Junior assemble the $3 million worth of useless dorm organization crap I bought*, he kept talking about how fun college life was and giving helpful advice on what co-eds to avoid and how keep track of your red Solo cup at a party.
The blue band bracelet: one year later
For nearly an entire year, I’ve worn a simple blue bracelet on my scarred left wrist. It’s never been removed, though It has been touched and twirled; the writing on it has been read and pondered by strangers who have asked about its significance.
