Dina M Wilks

It's not fair, a trick nature has played upon us. I think it has to do with nurturing and mothering, probably the better mother you are, the harsher the trick. All right in a one man, monogamous society. But what about us free and single women, what about a society that is every man for himself. I was moderate in the mother category, and as much as I want more children, when they first sprouted independence in high school, I didn't miss them until dinner time, then the mothers and I had a network to locate each and everyone of them. 'Last seen with Charlie and Ted, ate pizza for a snack and planned to pick up Ralph on the way.' Then I'd intercept them at Ralph's. That's how I feel about the call I didn't get, like the moderate mother, I expect you to be home on time. I'm on a schedule, how can you be not?  It's terribly inconsiderate, even though it was never set, never planned. I want to know that tomorrow will come, that the sun will set, that the kids will be home for dinner, that you will call me on schedule. Got it?
Now, about the day at Santa Monica pier . . .