Second-Tier Citizen

Roasted Pumpkin

I’ve known Beatrice (she likes it pronounced ‘Bear-trice’, not ‘Bee-trice’) since we met at Brownies.  I was very envious of Beatrice because her mother was a very willing and enthusiastic ‘Brown Owl’.  I wanted my mother to be a Brown Owl but she didn’t have time.  ‘I don’t have time’, she’d say, ‘I’ve got Jazzercise’.  […]