Random thoughts

There are too many things bouncing around inside my head these days, and none of them can carry a column by themselves—so allow me to share a bunch of them with you:

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Fledging

The right pre-school, elementary, middle-school and high school, the vaccinations and examinations and medications, careful nutrition, museum visits and bedtime stories, the guinea pigs, country fairs, learning to swim, Girl Scout projects, basketball games, summer camp, ballet, church pageants, concerts, fevers nursed, bruises bandaged, piano lessons, driving lessons, computers and i-Pods and guitars and drum sets, and none of it mattered more than the year she was born. 1990 was the high point of the second baby-boom since the Second World War. The year our daughter was born thrust her square into the most competitive class of college freshmen ever. It was one thing we couldn’t change.

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