Some of us come with an entire out building filled with tools, and some of us are lucky to have a hammer to our name. And even then, there will be times, we can't find the key to get into that outbuilding to access the tools.
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
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
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
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!
I have observed among my peers the need to force their child into adulthood. Now this might be fine if the subject of topic were an actual adult who seemed unwilling to fly, but as it turns out it is an actual child; some as young as three years of age! I can understand the… Continue reading Let the Children Play