My friend Suzanne is one lucky bitch.
She recently sent me an email, which began, “Tonight Adam and his buddies are making the following meal for themselves.”
Okay, I had to pause there for a second. Adam is Suzanne’s fifteen year-old son, just so you know, so already I was choking with envy: I have thus far never had the opportunity to write a sentence like that regarding my own children. Plus, aren’t teenage boys supposed to be out zooming around on motorcycles, rebelling without a cause? What’s up with this? Read More