Read my new post on Daughter on Duty.
I continue to come across things I’ve learned and failed to assimilate in the past four years. This week I found the “Dear Carolyn (Hax)” syndicated column my sister sent a year ago. The reader’s question harkens back to our childhood when we could never do a housekeeping task to suit our mother. Somewhere in the intervening 46 years between leaving home and the present I learned to do everything I needed to do quite adequately, but not—in pretty nearly all cases—my mother’s way. Which is to say, not the right way.
Writing Down the Story 