Everyone's a critic. And is anyone more critical than your own kids, when you get to be a certain age, and they get to be a certain age?
For my many new readers (and I already love you all), I have two daughters. I call them The Heir and The Spare. I got the idea from something I read about Princess Diana back in the day. Apparently Wills and Harry are an Heir and a Spare.
The following conversation occurred a few days ago between myself and The Spare.
Anne: Yes, darling?
Spare: About your blog.
Anne: Something wrong with my blog?
Anne: I'm hanging on your every word. Do you want to see changes?
Spare: Of course! You aren't talking about me enough!
Anne: Right on it.
EXHIBIT A: THE SPARE HAD A BIG YEAR
I know this will make my four original readers feel ancient. I sure do.
Spare graduated from college! She has a good job, and she's doing improv comedy in Philadelphia. Last night I went to a show (it wasn't improv) in which she convincingly portrayed an RNA sequence fresh off a splice!
Spare's college is in Center City, Philadelphia. I love this shot.
EXHIBIT B: SPARE AND BILLY PENN
Then there was a happy day on the Fourth of July, long before politics weighed us down.
EXHIBIT C: SUMMER MUMMERS
Spare and I are all paid up to strut with the Two Street Stompers again on January 1. And just three weeks later, another march! We will wear holes in our shoes.