Today we got the text. The one every parents dreads. We are on lockdown. I don’t know what’s happening. I love you. In a heartbeat, I went from working productively on an email about the challenges facing teachers today (no lie), to shaking uncontrollably on my couch and fighting back tears as I scoured Facebook,…
Chances are, if you identify as female, you probably need to stop apologizing. Pronto! And no, I’m actually not sorry for pointing that out. Last week my daughter and I went prom dress shopping. We had an amazing time. And she got the perfect dress. I never understood the phrase “her face lit up with…
My daughter was sitting in the kitchen after school watching a replay of the daily announcements. They post them on the school’s webpage, and sometimes they are very entertaining. Although not always in a good way. I was prepping dinner, so I was only half listening, but I heard something about a new attendance initiative….
For as long as I can remember, I’ve suffered from the January Blues–that overwhelming sense of sadness that envelopes you after the holidays. The days are dark and gray–the sun, apparently, on vacation until April. The twinkle lights that brought a sparkle and joy to December have been unplugged and tangled in a jumble in…
I sat on the floor in the wee hours of the morning. Twinkle lights blinked on and off in a tangle around my knees. Resin gingerbread people and plastic confections decked out in holiday reds, greens and sparkles littered the floor. And glitter coated my fingers and my pajama pants. I was hard at work…
Twix bars. Peppermint Patties. Kit Kats. Three Musketeers. Skittles. Reeses cups. Snickers. (Those last two are a new addition to our trick-or-treat basket since my son with food allergies now lives in Florida). Pretzels shaped like bats and Goldfish for the littlest haunts. I even threw in a bag of dum dums, “just in case”. …
