I was recently on the phone with a customer service representative. When he asked for my address he then stated in a halting tone: "Ah-hah, I see here you live near … uh, Du-tan, Alabama?" My Daddy always said that it's an excellent judge of where someone hails from based on how they pronounce, or in this case, mispronounce the names of cities or towns.
When my six-year-old daughter got her first loose tooth it felt a bit like we were waiting on a visit from a celebrity - a celebrity we had only ever read about in magazines or seen on TV. That's right. The Tooth Fairy, the one and only, was on her way to our house.
Growing up, Groundhog Day was always a confusing time for me, but not for what you would assume to be the obvious reasons. I didn't really ask all the obvious questions surrounding this holiday such as: How can a mere rodent predict a late or early Spring? Why is the groundhog's prediction different from the meteorologist's? And, if the groundhog is often wrong, why do people keep trusting his predictions year after year?
When you live in the same house with a six-yearold between the months of November and February, you hear one question on an almost daily basis: "When will it snow?" Or, at least, that's the case for me and my daughter, Rebekah. Rebekah loves snow. Which is strange because she's only ever seen snow once in her life. She was just three years old, but she remembers every detail, regarding it as the best day of her life.
My daughter, like many six-year-old girls, I’m sure, loves fairies. Let me be clear: Rebekah loves pretty fairies. Fairies who are petite, feminine, wearing little… Login to continue reading Login…