The Inertia Chronicles

Somewhere around ten years before my mom moved in with me, my father was still alive and my mom worked as a day care provider - a very special kind of day care provider too. I used to describe it as "Adopt a Grandma." My mom loved her kids in the daycare and to this day still remembers all of them. I remember them as invading the house in waves; first there was CJ, then Colby and Mark and eventually Colby's little sister, etc. My mom was helping to raise a generation of millennials - please accept her apologies. After several batches, after I was married and living far away from home, when my father was terminally ill from emphysema, she cared for her second to last batch of children. This batch included a couple of sibling girls, a little boy who only wanted to wear stripey socks and and a furry child, a little shih tzu named Nixon. Nixon belonged to the sibling girls, Sophie and Sasha. How did my mom become a dog sitter? Easy, every morning when the parents of So...