07/26/15 9:00am

Back when I was a teenager, my friends and I used to call my mom “the night owl.” It’s kind of a redundant term if you think about it.

As late as I’d try to sneak in some weekend nights, there she would be: up on the couch, watching TV, waiting to give me “the look.” What I didn’t realize at the time was that somehow, her night owl genes would become a part of me. (more…)