LIFE WOULD BE TOLERABLE BUT FOR ITS AMUSEMENTS*
Why do I feel so much like MY mother when I’m sitting on a bench with a backpack full of rainclothes and sunscreen between my feet, while my children and my husband ride a rollercoaster? My mom rode rollercoasters with us when we were kids even though she didn’t like them much. I love rollercoasters with a love as big as the ocean but I can’t ride them anymore because they make me sick to my stomach. It’s weird that riding in a car has gotten easier as I’ve gotten older, regardless of the length of time I’m at it,...