Six Generations of First Born Women for Sunday, January 13, 2008

By Sunday night, the tensions between my daughter and I have eased. We go running. She gabs easily about nothing in particular as we run along. I know she forces herself to slow down to be able to run with me, while I have to push myself so as not to fall behind. I feel better since I painted in my... Sign in to see full entry.

My friend Robin was expected for dinner. I got home from work and decided to go running to relax a bit before tackling cooking. I asked my daughter, Erika, if she wanted to come with me. "No thanks, homework." That's a laugh I think, homework has never seemed to prevent her from doing anything else... Sign in to see full entry.