SLICE #15: An Invitation to a Party, "Depending On When You Met Me…"

So today I hit one of those slicing walls, when I really had nothing to say. Yesterday and today, I dug piles and piles of snow. And read essays and worried about the state proficiency exams, which my kids are supposed to take the second week in April. And fought with my son, who thinks it should be no big deal for me to replace his car, which was stolen last week, when he left it running in front of a convenience store…

Then, this morning, Leigh Ann invited slicers to a party (ID required, but I definitely don't have to worry about that. And so I'm taking her up on her 

Depending on when you met me, I might have been: the oldest of three sisters, who always sat in the middle of the back seat to play referee, the kid who read a book a day under her desk, the horseback riding middle schooler, the uber responsible high schooler who had three car accidents before her 19th birthday, the homesick college student,  the cleaning lady who vacuumed 20 courtrooms a night, the Alpha Phi, the Dale's Tasty House waitress, the first year teacher living in her own apartment; the Marie Callender's Pie Kitchen waitress; the Young Life leader, the master's student doing all nighters fighting her dot matrix printer to write papers for grad school; the heartbroken, lovelorn, biological-clock ticking almost thirty-year-old; the trailblazer moving cross-country to start a new chapter as a doctoral student; the mourner crossing the Ph.D. stage without her dad there to cheer her on, the district literacy specialist with the office just down the hall from the superintendent's; the assistant principal; the adoptive mom; the literacy coach; the team mom eight years running for football and basketball, teams;  the empty nester, the full nester, the mom of the schizophrenic, the Spanish learner,  the puppy mom; the 35 years in the same book club member,  the one still working when all her friends have retired...

Thanks, Leigh Ann, for the invitation. It was fun!