Family photo created by rawpixel.com - http://www.freepik.com I am no longer 21. Or 31. Beyond that, I don’t wish to get into specifics – in my dreams I haven’t changed much since high school (maturity-wise), and I’d like to keep it that way. The world is still mine for the taking! There are Olympic sports… Continue reading Can the Applause for Accomplishments-Based-On-Age Please Stop Being a Thing?
Photo by Edu Carvalho on Pexels.com There were two golden years when all four of my children attended the same school together. Each morning, our harried but single-route commute took us through the church parking lot adjoining their school. Most days we were cruising through just as the morning service was letting out. And, most… Continue reading Living Life Like the 95-Year-Old in the Parking Lot (While Avoiding Charges of Manslaughter)
Photo by Pawan Yadav on Pexels.com Though teachers and students across the U.S. have been trickling back to school for the past several weeks, the celebration of Labor Day traditionally signals the final, “That’s all folks!” regarding summer fun. Or any fun. Whatsoever. Did I mention I’m a teacher heading back this week? Now parents,… Continue reading Back to the Mountain. Again.
My oldest child is leaving today. Again. This time it's to begin orientation for graduate school about 2.5 hours away. Not bad at all, considering she just returned from a year-long internship in Cairo (the Egypt one). And, prior to that had spent a semester in Tasmania (the Australia one). Which were all supplemental experiences… Continue reading Some Semi-Rational Thoughts from the Parent Saying Goodbye
I have driving on the brain. Maybe because I see others packing up their overnight bags, and stocking coolers with cheese sticks and juice boxes in order to hop away for impromptu weekend road trips. Or, maybe because summer brings out the "Sunday drivers," the "thrill-seekers," and the few brave Midwestern souls who own convertibles -- those who stare at their calendars waiting to pounce on the… Continue reading Stories From The Road (Or, Make A Move And The Opossum Gets It!)
This morning I woke up to the imagined MEEP of my alarm clock at the usual preposterous hour of 5:15 am. I stretched, groaned, and then I remembered... Ahhhh...it's summer! There were no lunches to make, or papers to sign. No groggy kids to warn, "The bus is coming. Let's go!" Everyone was sleeping, and I could have been, too. Still, I trudged downstairs, inspired… Continue reading There’s No Present Like Time: Summer Hours