Lately, I’ve been living in that just-before-something-big-is-about-to-happen zone.
Wednesday night after dinner, my 17-year-old daughter, Piper, posed a challenge. She asked how many songs could I sing (which she defined as knowing at least a verse and the chorus) that had the words memory, remember or remind in the lyrics.
I was late getting on board watching the "Great British Baking Show." Even so, my newfound devotion is sincere. Since January, the show has been a source of comfort when the rest of the world is full of so much madness and meanness.
Some of my favorite moments are the ones when either of my daughters sits at our piano and plays her heart out, oblivious to the rest of the world. Those moments make me realize how fleeting childhood is — maybe because I remember being the kid si…