Don’t get around much anymore
I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know why it happened. Tom and I can’t remember the last time we went out to a movie. I blame the move. I’m blaming everything on …
I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know why it happened. Tom and I can’t remember the last time we went out to a movie. I blame the move. I’m blaming everything on …
*Really and truly I am an optimist. A optimistic realist, perhaps, but an optimist nonetheless. As insanely crazed as I get…and that’s a lot…I still tend to think things will work out for the best. Eventually. *Apparently I’ve lost my …
While I’ve always been a fan of the Friday, it’s escalated to an entirely new level since reentering the workforce. Now it’s a day of dress jeans to work, relief there is no homework waiting to kill the evening, and …
It’s no secret I was living in real estate hell last spring. A good third of my house was in storage, I had to keep the place showroom perfect, I was flying solo, and I had no earthly idea where …
When I was in high school I had a great science teacher who introduced me to the books of Oliver Sacks (The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat). I was hooked, in a “I’m never going to be …
I got nuttin’. Fifteen days into NaBlo and it’s like a drought around here. Fifteen days to go. I have no lack of words, just lack of time and concentration and peace. So, before I go all desperate and climb …
Well. If there was ever a book that would describe my life, here it is. The very title supports what we have known for a long time (and confirmed by a teacher last year): that traditional public school just isn’t …
I’ve been a serious Debby Downer the last several days, and while there is valid reason for that, it still sucks to live it. So today I decided I needed to start finding the funny. It might be deeply buried …
This is the post I didn’t write. I was writing about gifted advocacy but after reading and re-reading, decided that a fire-breathing post on how pissed I am about the marginalized role of parents in the advocacy of their children, wisely …
It’s 11/11/11. Did you make your wish this morning at 11:11 am? Why not? Yes, it’s campy and silly, but why not? What does it hurt? It’s not going to happen again in our lifetimes, so why not? Did I …