Rocky times from the past

I had to take “personal” days to get time off for my grandmother’s funeral/the family circus. It’s not a big deal; I had the time. But the guild contract says bereavement pay is only for immediate family members, and is three days. My brother and I discussed that when Eric (our father) dies, we’re using… Continue reading Rocky times from the past

Green milk

My family is not Irish. My mother and her siblings all have (or had) red hair, so everyone assumes we’re Irish. We’re not. And we’re not Catholic. So St. Patrick’s Day doesn’t hold any special place for us, really. Except for milk. When we were little, my mother would put green food coloring in a… Continue reading Green milk