Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them all.

Tutoring a four year old to get into an exclusive preschool made as much sense as hiring a swim coach for a guppy.

But this is inaccurate. A runaway train is an accident. Me, I'll jump in front of the tracks. I'll even tie myself down in front of the speeding engine. There's some illogical part of me hat still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

I learned a long time ago with you that folks who were trying to be kind would rather do it with a macaroni-and-cheese bake than any personal involvement. You hand off a serving dish and you've done your job - no need to get personally involved, and your conscience is clean. Food is the currency of aid.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.