I grew up in a middle class family in the middle of America. With a lazy-eye, a propensity for eating play-doh, and an impaired sense of fashion, I somehow survived my school years, and spent the first part of my adult life as an elementary teacher. I now stay at home with our children and tell stories about them when they're at school. I've fallen into one Christmas tree, destroyed a rice cooker, given myself a black-eye, and gotten more than a handful of bad haircuts. The ridiculous in my life continues to define my resilience. I cringe when I have to check the "Age 33-44" box, and yet I'm glad I'm still here to check it. Welcome to the Middle.