The on-the-job training of parenting never ends. That is what I loathe and love most about the role. It pushes me daily to find my footing on shaky soil so that I can support the seedlings I love so dearly.
When I mentioned to Lisa that I was an astrologer, she smiled, as most people do with that adorable and eager What-can-you-tell-me? look in their eyes, and happily said, “I’m a Taurus.”
When I was eight or so I told people my name was Sarah. Disgusted with being made fun of and called “butter” and “margarine,” the butter runner-up, I chose to rebrand myself.