No greater loss to be feared…
Twenty years ago, while I was working as a reporter, editor, and writer, I had the opportunity to write for … Continue reading No greater loss to be feared…
Twenty years ago, while I was working as a reporter, editor, and writer, I had the opportunity to write for … Continue reading No greater loss to be feared…
Last week, Adam’s big moment coincided with one of my irritating ones–we both got our driver’s licenses. For him, it … Continue reading “Stars upon thars!”
Early a.m.: Could I live like this? Life in a hotel is inconvenient at best. I can’t see a Walgreens … Continue reading Chronicles of Marmia, Day 2
I thought I would share with you the chronicles of “school marmia,” as I and two fellow teachers (OK, one … Continue reading Chronicles of Marmia…
I hate going to weddings alone. But now that my youngest son is 16 and more eager to weed the … Continue reading This Fun’s for you…
I miss my dad. Like most little girls, I thought my dad was the most handsome, most fun, and most … Continue reading A Tribute to My Dad
To my fellow parents, I find it hard being both a morning person and a parent of a teenager. I … Continue reading Care and keeping of teenagers…
When my five children were young and we ventured into public, well-meaning older women would smile at whatever delights or … Continue reading Last lasts…
My son is mere months away from getting his real license. As we near that date, he is insisting on … Continue reading Driving Miss Crazy…
I’ve been wrestling with sleep for an hour now because my brain is tormented with a decision my department and … Continue reading The sin of multitasking…
Today we had a going away party for two faculty members who are moving. Tomorrow. Somehow, the good-bye cards never … Continue reading Terran, this blog’s for you!
Some people have comfort food. I have comfort shoes. (To be honest, I have both.) I wear sandals during the … Continue reading Happy feet…
I have often complained that I inherited the worst physical attributes of both of my parents. My dad’s acne and … Continue reading What my mother did right…
A memoir: I am at Caspersen Beach, watching three of my five children play with my sister’s three children. My … Continue reading Sands of time…
Cleaning out the garage, I came across a box of my old trophies, medallions, and ribbons, once received with such … Continue reading True trophies…
I’ve had a hard time writing lately–or at least a hard time self-publishing. I miss my newspaper colleagues and their feedback. … Continue reading Bane or blessing?
I envy my seniors. Their class of seventeen is the largest our school has graduated–ever–and while its size has been … Continue reading Cheers!
I was getting the batting line-up from our head coach just before our final game of the season, when I … Continue reading Out of (my) control…