Isn't it funny how fast time goes? Funny interesting. Not funny ha-ha.
Eleven years ago, I became Mandi Ellsworth and it seems that time has warped somehow. In some ways it seems that I have always been Mandi Ellsworth. I have always been wife, mother, in-law. In other ways, wasn't I mis-behaving in my high school choir class just yesterday?
The last eleven years have been full. Rich. Good.
But mostly Good. With a capital G.
Maybe that's why I love Young Adult fiction so much. I still feel like I'm there. With the lockers, the sweat, the drama, the friends, the homework, the thumps from hoarse choir teachers, all of it.
And then I come away from what I'm reading and remember, "Oh yeah. These little people running around my house are calling me Mom. I should probably do something with that."
And sometimes I do.
Other times, I stick my nose back in the book.
Hey. I'm not perfect.