When I was a kid, soap in your mouth was likely the consequence of one thing: you said a naughty word – and your mom or dad heard you say it. In some households, it earned you an express ticket to the front of the line for a taste of good ol’ bar soap..
I’ve come to the decision that 54 is an “awkward age.” Looking back, it’s sort of like those goofy early teen years where you yearned to be older but still wanted to hold onto the fun of childhood.
Fifty-four, I’ve concluded, is a lot like that, too.
Like clockwork, my phone rings after every Vikings game. And if I were a betting woman, I’d bet my life’s savings that that I could tell you who’s calling: My mom.
It was an honest typo. One we try our best not to make, because a single letter can change the flavor of an entire sentence, thought, or worse yet, an entire word.
