Turkey Hands

Turkey Hands. Every child has made one. A crafty tradition sent down through the ages. I have fond memories of coloring my “feathers” in red, yellow and orange, always thinking it a work of art that I couldn’t wait to share with my mom. Later, I would receive my own turkey hands. They would go… Continue reading Turkey Hands

Bye-Bye Birdie

Tomorrow is the first day of school for our county and I find myself moving towards it with a sense of sad trepidation. My son is a junior in high school this year. My baby boy, the last one. It has been 16 years since I had to take just one child to school. SIXTEEN… Continue reading Bye-Bye Birdie

Memories in the Midst of Chaos

I saw a commercial last night that depicted a frazzled dad driving around a van full of lively girls after a soccer practice. The girls were animatedly talking in the vehicle while the father sat in the drive-through waiting for his time at the window. Almost instantly I felt my heart break a little as… Continue reading Memories in the Midst of Chaos

Bye-bye Birdie!

Welcome to Kutztown That was what the sign said and instantly there was a rush of excitement that permeated through the van that had been our cell for the past 7 hours. We made it! But my excitement soon wavered when I spotted the beautiful, LARGE campus that would be my baby’s home for the… Continue reading Bye-bye Birdie!