Tag Archives: Children
The things we do for our children
I slipped a 14-year-old CD into the disk drive (is that what they’re still called?) in the car. The CD was homemade by five gals who once belonged to a groovy chick group called the SixPack. My sister Liz was one of the Six. When she turned 21, her sisterhood presented her with a CD called …
Teaching Children Gratitude
Today I am delighted and honored to guest post at the World Moms Blog! The theme of my post is teaching children gratitude. Please click HERE if you would like to read it. After you’ve read the post, you may be interested to know that my eldest son has voluntarily told us what he is …
Sucker punched
I am sitting in the airport reflecting on the senseless bits and pieces of the day thus far. This morning my eldest and I rushed into the classroom to check on the baby chicks that began hatching two days ago in an incubator in his classroom. A small group of students was huddled together reading …
You are my sunshine
Two nights ago I nearly tossed my youngest into his crib! Now don’t go calling Child Protective Services yet. I didn’t really toss him (though he’s a string bean and light enough so I could if I wanted to). I gently held him, rocked him a bit, and placed him in bed — against his wishes. …
Good night moon
It’s 8:20 pm. I listen closely outside the door of the boys’ room. Blessed silence. Drill Sergeant Mama arrived on the scene at my house tonight the moment dinner ended. She allowed a tolerable amount of playtime, negotiated dustups as they arose between brothers, ushered children into the bath tub, supervised a dance party, worked a …
Saved or stolen?
This week I was asked to write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece about a time someone crossed a line, legally or ethically. I could have explored vigilante justice or another sort of line crossing. She walked slowly through the building, taking in the intense scene surrounding her. Blood was spattered in some places across the walls and …
A few of my favorite stories
We are in the season of fall. Some of us call it Autumn. The air is cooler and the wind’s picked up. Crimson leaves dance across the yard, drying in the breeze. While I almost always reserve evenings (that brief, quiet period after the boys’ bedtime and before mine) for reading, this time of year truly …
