It’s just like that
It’s just like this. Only the blocks are one big chunk of solid cement, I am crushed beneath it, and the boys are wrestling and jumping on top while the dog barks and farts with impunity. The pencil is …
It’s just like this. Only the blocks are one big chunk of solid cement, I am crushed beneath it, and the boys are wrestling and jumping on top while the dog barks and farts with impunity. The pencil is …
“It’s the days leading up to a full moon that lands on Friday the 13th, it’s Mercury Retrograde, I haven’t seen the sun in three days, the boys gnawed on my second-to-last nerve today, I’m PMSing to a level of …
I was doing a little back-end housecleaning and oh hello, the drafts folder. Where posts go to die. I know there are bloggers out there who have several hundred or even thousand dribbles of posts in their drafts folder, but I …
Last year at this time I was pretty grumpy. I’d just gritted my teeth through a winter in which I was never warm and had the cracked teeth and extensive dental work to show for it. That had followed a …
Some years I’m on top of it, some years it sneaks up on me. Summer activities for the boys. This year summer tiptoed up behind me, threw a sack over my head, and proceeded to beat me senseless with a …
I’ve joked for years that parents with a gifted or twice-exceptional child in their care need their own private vineyard. I’ve also been heard to comment that wine should come out of a third tap on the kitchen sink. And …
I’ve been mighty quiet here lately and it hasn’t exactly been by choice. I’ve been drowning in the minutiae of daily life and it is fairly unpleasant. Like being pecked to death by chickens, it’s not one little thing but all …
Friday afternoon I received this email: Jen, We are an award winning TV production company known for sensitive and respectful documentary television. We are currently working on a new series that will chronicle the challenges and triumphs of families …
I almost hesitate to write this, even though it’s the perfect post for today’s GHF Blog Hop on health and wellness with gifted kids. As a lifelong Cubs fan, I have a healthy dose of superstition topped with hard-won experience …
“OH MY GOD THERE’S A TEENAGER IN THE HOUSE!” Is how I was awakened on my birthday in 1986. Hang on, there’s something I have to go do at the top of my lungs. BRB… A is 13 today, a …