where's ann richards when I need her?
or do nothing till you hear from me: advice to young mothers
(wherein I sometimes recount the madcap and typically miscellaneous adventures of our family of five as Texas-transplants)
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Anne, Elsewhere
CH: Wah! Wah! Wah! It’s karate!
Me: Who taught you karate?
CH: Pop Pop.
Me: Pop Pop taught you karate?
CH: Yes. No. I taught myself karate! Really!
