Making the Grade
The school called. Immediately the sinking feeling hit my stomach. Would I be able to rearrange my afternoon to leave work if one of the girls was sick? Did one of them have an incident at school? Do I have time to take on one more volunteer project? Like rapid fire these questions hit before I had even said hello. It was the school secretary calling to ask if it would be alright to again this year schedule a joint parent-teacher conference with both me and my former spouse. Oh. That’s all? “Yes, of course that is fine. I will
