I learned some things in June. When you’re a middle child, you’re not cute like the baby and you’re not in charge like the oldest. I won’t go so far as saying you’re overlooked, but it still happens that when you do open your mouth to share, the rest of them start talking over you like you are not there. That’s what happened one night at dinner with my family while I was in Chicago. The dynamics kicked in and soon I was overshadowed by the rest all talking at once and not listening to me. I don’t like it when they do that, but this time I did not quietly retreat into my shell. I called them on it. They heard! Every eye was on me as they told me to finish my story; I told them I didn’t want to now. (All of a sudden I was ten again!) Of course, I finished my *wonderful* story! When my daughter heard about this, she shouted “It’s about time, mom!” I’m wondering if there is a proverb somewhere for the middle child syndrome. I just haven’t found it yet! So in June, I