December 15, 2012 in The Dickinson Press
Blame it on my mother, rest her soul, but I can’t help feeling guilty anytime I find myself veg’ing out in front of the television. I can still recall her telling my brothers and me that it was too nice to be inside and to get out and play. Usually followed if you can’t find anything better to do than watch television I can find plenty better ways to occupy your time.
We knew her options were nowhere near as much fun as watching television or even going outside to play. Continue Reading