August 8: I am sitting at my dining room table. Rhubarb is to my left, working on her second lesson of math for the day. She claims it as her favorite subject. The sun shines in from the eastern facing window and frames her with a halo of blue from the lake. Nectarine sits across… Continue Reading
I have popcorn brain. There, I said it. It’s all over the interweb, this phenomenon called popcorn brain. If you are a parent who spends over 50% of your day with your children, though, disregard what the articles say about popcorn brain. It’s not your fault for slowly becoming addicted to technology, for loving your… Continue Reading
Mr. Wilson was my eighth grade home-room teacher. He looked and, in my imagination, acted like the Greatest American Hero, minus the awkwardness. Let’s be real, 1982 real — he was kind of rad. It’s possible that I was swayed by the fact that he took those of us who got straight A’s out to Farrell’s (I think… Continue Reading
I graduated high school 25 years ago this month. I will spare you the jokes about how old I am because, frankly, I don’t feel all that old. I do feel seasoned, if only lightly so. School, for me, was a sanctuary. I took great pains to assure that my home life not bleed into… Continue Reading
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