During the four-hour-long drive home from Boston the other night, I was able to enjoy something that is a rarity—listening to my own music. A standard road trip usually involves my daughter acting as the DJ, making musical choices based on her own whimsy. I spend a large portion of the trip begging her to …
(Ok, it's not really a book. It's a blog. Better yet, it's my words of wisdom for my children for when they are older.)
a Book for My Daughter 