SOMETHING GROWING

There is a feeling gnawing and growing inside me. It is tugging at me and retreating again. I can’t pin it down or hold it long enough to examine  it. It is the a sense that things are on the verge of change. I am changing. No. They are changing. No. We are changing. My son was a babysitter tonight. The house […]

A Teacher’s Frank Guide To Classroom Success

As we approach the new school year, I often see advice to parents about how to help their children become successful in the classroom. The advice is generally very good, but it never quite says what I wish it would. My three children run the spectrum of academically advanced, on pace, and learning disabled. As a parent and an educator […]

GIVE ME SPACE AND FREEDOM…JUST NOT TODAY.

As a parent, life seems to be a fluctuation between survival mode and an attempt to capture the moments we never want to forget.

Freedom is so close I can almost taste it. The day to day pressures of three small lives is lifting as they grow. With the lifting of pressure becomes space. Oh how I have wanted space and room to breath, and now…

FEED LOVE

My mother has spent her life feeding us love. Her love languages are acts of service and quality time, but that is only because cooking is not technically one of the five love languages.

NOTHING GOLD

Life is chaos and mess, and, yes, we have to work hard at it, but even in the decay there is something valuable. Perhaps, it is even something worth all the gold and luster being worn off so we can see it.

GROWING PAINS

I always thought this would be a relief. That I would celebrate…you know… like I did when I was finally able to walk out of the house without a diaper bag in tow or when I was first able to start using the restroom without a child interrupting me.

SOMETHING TO CHEER ABOUT

In parenting, there are so many details of which to keep track. When is the school concert, the holiday program, the special lunch, the extra practice, ¬†and whose permission slip¬†needs to be signed tonight? The list of tasks is endless, and it is easy to let some things slip through the cracks here and there. Sometimes I think my poor […]

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