My Time To Shine

We were driving to Salem to look at a new car (our van is on its last leg). I was driving, Mel was in the passenger seat, and Norah, our high school freshman, was in the back freaking out over having to write a slam poem for her English class.

Okay, perhaps “freaking out” is a little strong. But to be honest, she was breathing pretty heavily, and slightly sweating, and repeatedly saying “I just can’t do this!”

Now, full confession, I studied writing in college,and I’ll just say that it’s not all that often I get to feel like my education was, well… you know… useful. But it was my time to shine.

I was ready.