Hey fancy pants people in the Scottsdale Quarter- that tiny blur that ran past you was my son. And that bigger blur wearing a skirt and barefoot was me. Sprinting at top speed. Like in my high school days. Evidently, my two-year-old is a bigger motivator than the starting gun. In other news, somebody get that kid a track scholarship because any kid who can giggle like a maniac and still run that fast is clearly being under utilized. Somebody get me an Advil.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
