reeling in the years

Last week Zoe attended her first school skating party.

Of course, it was held at the major roller rink in town–home to roller-skating parties of her mother’s youth and site of every one of her mother’s high school dances.

Zoe had a blast.

I had to fight the urge to roll headlong into the girls’ bathroom, wipe my clammy hands on my stirrup pants, pop some Skittles, and check my permed bangs for any loss of height.

And, true to form, on my one time around the rink without Zoe, I was overzealous taking a corner and almost took out Emily who was gliding smoothly beside me.

It’s good to be a grown-up.


The happy rolling bunch.