Timber
Last night at a post-yoga event dinner of 20-some femmes, the woman across asked her acquaintance next to me, "How are the kids doing?" Between bites of pumpkin soup, Next-to-Me replied, "Tyler is in his last year at university, and has a job lined up in construction." She paused, insecurity (or perhaps, simply indigestion) rippling across her taut visage. "In logistics. At an eco-friendly firm," she added, clearing any mistaken notion of her youngest subjected to grubby hands of manual labor. "Molly started school for PT, then changed to design, just like me. I never wanted to push her, but I always knew she had a knack for it! One of her clients is even (notable CLE brewery)," Next-to-me gushed. An unshared story involving her daughter's leap of faith sparkled in her eyes. The oozing pride left no doubt as to who the favorite child was. Especially whe...