Hubby Steve and I went to see the Black Crowes last week—Steve and the band have been tight since the late 80s and I came into the fold a few years later.  We all stood around backstage, looking at each other, and somebody said, “How in the hell did this happen?”  We’re all forty.  Or older.  I don’t feel forty.  I don’t even think I feel thirty.  People my age don’t drive around in their car listening to Superchunk, singing at the top of their lungs.  But wait…those…

There are only a few more days until summer vacation is over for my kids and they head back to school.  Emily is getting ready to start middle school, so she’s excited about new clothes, getting a locker, and a new crop of boys to chase.  Ryan will be in the 4th grade and his excitement level is considerably lower than his sister’s. When the concept of summer vacation was first introduced in the US, it was so that kids could work on the farm all summer.  Certainly,…