For National Poetry Month At dinner each night, we go around the table: most favorite. least favorite. I went first: least favorite, a shattered cell phone.
As we went around the table, the answer was the same: the phone, the phone, the phone.
It's a sign of love when loved ones share your least favorite. And it's a good day when your children's only complaint is a thing that fractured with a crunch but is fixable, cured by UPS and its standard two-day delivery.