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In our family, I am the driver. It always surprises me when it surprises other people see me take the wheel while my husband heads over to the passenger side. Why men seem to be the default drivers in our society is a mystery to me, and an issue for another time. For us, the reason is twofold. Number one, I’m a horrible back-seat driver, so it’s just easier to let this control freak take the reins. Secondly, I get horrible car sickness when I’m a passenger…when I drive, it doesn’t bother me one whit. Sadly, however, my son has inherited this lovely trait from me. He’s got a few years until he’s a driver (and I’m already gearing up for arguements as to which car sickness sufferer gets to drive), so I’ve had to accumulate an arsenal of ways to battle his sensitivity to motion. As many of us are tightening our belts and will be... [read full story]
