Two students. Two similar scenarios. Student one: Young, talented musician. Plays the cello, piano, and oboe. Listens to music constantly, on the radio, streamed on the internet, live. Composes in every clef with ease. Is homeschooled so has the flexible …
Several hundred years ago, the truth was that the Earth was the center of the universe. Society knew this, it was the truth. When I was a child, the truth was that Pluto was a planet. Society knew this, it was the …
In under a month I will be the mom of a teenager. I’m going to sit here and reread that sentence a couple thousand times and use the deep, controlled breathing I last used during childbirth. In under a month. …
When I was in middle school, about A’s age, my band director shared a piece of advice that has stayed with me ever since. “Get in the parade. Don’t let life pass you by.” It really is a brilliant little …
Tomorrow is March 1, my very favorite day of the year. It’s the furthest I will be from February for an entire twelve months, and even just thinking about it I instantly get a tiny little spring in my step. …
I am no fan of February, not by a long shot. Crap tends to happen to me in that month, from the merely irritating to the sob-producing to the life-altering. March 1 is my favorite day of the year, simply …
Because reasons. Because reasons is now my go-to explanation for when life goes pear-shaped sideways and things don’t get done. It’s shorthand for “I am in so far over my head that it would take a couple hours plus at …
From about age two, A’s questions were not “why?,” but “how’s it work?” He would never accept a throw-off answer, but only an in-depth, well-researched answer with as much detail as possible. When he was three I thought I would …
I love my new job. I’ve been working a few weeks now and I am very happy there. I like the people, I like the work, I like the atmosphere, I like the flexible part-time hours, I like the energy …
