I BROKE THE RULES. In my defense, I must say that I did not break all of them–just one, though it was the most important of them all. Driving the car, there I was screaming at myself for having forgotten something, asking myself how I could ever be so stupid. And then I remembered: No sister would let me do that. Would you?
No, you would not. I broke Rule Number 15, from the 15 Rules for Us Girls to Live By. If a friend of my daughter spoke to my child the way I was speaking to myself, I’d intervene something fierce. If someone spoke to my sister, Margaret, in that manner, I’d take that person down. So, among those New Year resolutions I plan to keep, is one that requires that I fess up when I break the rules.
Thanks. I feel a lot better. And I’ll try not to do that again. Though if I do, you’ll be the first to know.
Related posts:
- A Year of Living Sisterly WE’RE ONE YEAR OLD AT TSP, and since the traditional...
- For the Sisterhood on the Sidelines, a New Season But Old Rules HEADING BACK TO THE BLEACHERS, as our children are heading...



{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }
Well, perhaps this slip in the “15rulesforusgirlstoliveby”, then repairing it, resolving to do do better is really how you keep number 14.
Hi, Karen. Lovely to see you here again. I think you may be right. Never quit. Yup, that Winston Churchill knew his stuff. Thanks for the reminder. Please come back soon.
Marion,
I’d like to order your book, A Different Kind of Madness, having first tried through Amazon.ca ( I live in Canada), but am not having any luck. Is there another option?
Deb -
I’ll step in here.
It’s a wonderful book, but you’re a little off with the title – it’s Another Name for Madness. If you go on Amazon or Barnes and Noble in the US, you can buy it. Good luck!
Elizabeth
Hi, Deb: Yes, Elizabeth, who so kindly stepped in here, is right. Thanks, Elizabeth. That is very kind. Hope to see both of you back here real soon, telling us a rules story of your own.
Well, we have a rule in our house: Never argue with a woman with a knife in her hand. It’s a great way to get them to listen to you while you get your point across (no pun intended) and cook at the same time :)
–djs