As my foot pushes an imaginary pedal on the passenger side of my one and only not-yet-fully-paid-for car, I yell, “Brake, brake, brake!” “Mom, it scares me when you do that.” “Really, son? Because it scares me when there are brake lights ahead of us at 100 feet, then 50 feet, then 10 feet and…
Author: candidkay
Experienced journalist, marketing exec and mother of two, I write about life as I know it. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes hilarious. But always interesting.
