It suddenly occurred to Rudi that not only was she alone in a strange and empty city, but it was Thanksgiving . . .
I thought taking care of one baby was hard, until I had two . . .
Some of her patients had parenting problems more than they had medical problems, but Dr. Simian didn’t say that out loud as she took Mrs. Monkey’s call . . .
We pulled into our parking space at 9:38am. Yes, we were technically eight minutes late. But I’d managed to dress and feed four hungry tiny people, wrestle them into car seats, and drive here. Eight minutes late was a win.
There’s a girl in my nine year old’s third grade class who apparently has been left back more than a couple of times. She’s twelve and sprouting . . .
To celebrate the release of The Get Down on Netflix, three books in Nelson George’s D Hunter mystery series — The Accidental Hunter, The Plot Against Hip Hop, and The Lost Treasures of R&B — are now just 99¢ each through Barnes & Noble’s NOOK Daily Find.
Potty training. So . . .
On the last day of November, Chip spent his hour commute composing a suicide letter in his head, absently passing pokey sedans, picturing his boss’s face when the dickhead heard about the tragedy . . .