I love a captive audience, don’t you? I find great, often diabolical, humor in the reality that my children are forced to endure their mother’s words: questioning, singing, preaching, teaching, inquiring, (sometimes) lecturing . . . Because when we live sixteen miles from school, we do much of life in the car. And for most of the twelve years since my oldest started school, I’ve worn the chauffeur cap. I hold my children captive for thirty minutes twice a day, since... Read more