A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
I don’t know how you feel about rules. I tend to think of them as suggestions for less creative sorts of people. But Mom believed in them. They defined her. There were rules for every situation, but most of them revolved around what to wear, how to behave, and food. They made me crazy. However, when I asked my niece Molly which rule of Grandma’s she remembered most, it was “Grandma’s rules don’t apply to grandchildren.” Which may explain why kids listen to grandmothers so much better than they listen to their mothers.