I was the tallest girl in my high school class.  My mother was always reminding me to stand up straight.  “SB,” she would whisper in my ear, her not-so-so gentle reminder to hold my Shoulders Back. 

Now, years later, I have figured out that my rounded shoulders are partly genetic, but also partly the result of my trying to hide the fact that I was taller than most of the boys in my high school class.

 But I’m still trying to improve my posture.  I think it’s good for my health among other things. So the other day I asked Peter if he would gently remind me to correct my posture when he sees me slumping. 

He responded by saying he doesn’t nag.  Wonder what that implied?