{2e Tuesday} Launching the twice-exceptional young adult
It’s not as though there’s a handbook to this young adult stage of life, and even if there were, our G2e kids are never in those books so it wouldn’t help anyway.
It’s not as though there’s a handbook to this young adult stage of life, and even if there were, our G2e kids are never in those books so it wouldn’t help anyway.
It’s a month of exciting opportunities! Time to loosen up the typing knuckles, talk to our imaginary friends, and let the razors pout in the corner.
And other things I’ve been telling myself Today’s the eleventy billionth day of March 2020 and you can’t convince me otherwise. The terrifying start of this never ending pandemic was yesterday and yet as distant as the discovery of fire. …
I heard someone recently refer to this time as “returning to familiar” instead of “returning to normal.” I heartily agree not only because these times are anything but normal, but also because I’ve learned through hard-earned experience that normal is a candy-coated illusion.
We interrupt this unplanned hiatus for a love story. Everyone appreciates a good love story, right? Fall 1992. I was practicing in the music building basement, because of course that’s where the practice rooms lived. We’d stumble up the stairs …
The doubts are loud, they are normal, and they lie. We, all of us parenting G2e kids, are doing the best we can with what we have at the time.
I first learned about the rabbit rabbit rabbit superstition at summer camp as a young teen. If it’s the first thing you say on the first day of a new month you’ll have good luck all month long. I’ve not …
5579 days ago I opened up a Blogger account and started writing; a touch over 15 years if you’re not up to thinking today. A lifetime ago, literally. The boys are no longer a preschooler and toddler but a college …
And then February finally ends and the last remaining spark of energetic hope that survived the winter somehow rekindles. This year’s spark is the dimmest in recent years, barely hanging on, a mere shadow of what it could be. February …