Enough With the Book Reports Already!
Dearest Teacher,Let me be the first to say that I never do homework (or projects) for my kids. Believe me, I’ve been asked.In all of my leftover high school nerdiness, I stand firm on them doing their own work, and will walk away if the words, “Can’t you just do…
Defining Roles
As soon as my oldest could speak, I started teaching him the fundamentals in case he was ever lost. Name? Good. Address? We had a song for that. At the time, his father was a police officer where we lived, so that, too, was good information to ensure his safe…
“Just Divorced”
Several years back, I watched a thread unfold on my friend’s Facebook wall: “I just passed a car in a…
The Last Fight
The last fight certainly wasn’t the worst. It was just the last straw. He never laid a finger on me - never even lifted a hand. And I knew that he would never physically hurt me. Yes, adults in loving relationships (married or not) argue. But these did not feel…
A Crinkle In Time
Shortly after my grandmother’s cancer diagnosis in the late 90s, my sister, Heather, and I made an admittedly rare appearance in church. As we sat in a pew in Carlisle, Pennsylvania waiting for mass to start, I pinched what I could of my forehead. “I just wish my head would…
Writing Life’s Little Chapters
I won my first – and ONLY – creative writing award in the third grade (Thank you, Mrs. Larsen!) for…