“Mom, I miss Ms. Christyne so much. I wonder if I will ever see her again?” my son randomly said in the car this morning. He went on to talk about how, when you are no longer in someone’s class, you start to miss them but you also start to be a little nervous about […]
After a quick weekend out of town, I had a list a mile long to complete – including getting groceries, getting a handle on some work, and trying to put some order into the constant chaos that is our house. My oldest was home with me, but he is usually pretty good at keeping entertained […]
“Mommy, that last problem was easy-peesy, lizard-squeasy.” As I tried to contain the chuckle at his interpretation of that age-old phrase, I remarked “Good, honey! Keep going, you are almost done.” A few problems later, I noticed he was entering the “Challenge Zone” and let him know that’s what the screen said. “Won’t be a […]
As the fear of being late to a Friday night baseball game loomed in front of us, I frantically handed pieces of my son’s uniform to him trying desperately to get him to focus on changing… and quickly. “But mom, I have to tell you something!” I sighed, “What! What do you have to tell […]
I am a Starbucks addict. I admit it. I have been since I traded in my seventeen year diet coke habit for a coffee habit several years ago. I have also always enjoyed having a place where they know your name and your order. Just one place, that’s all I need. [Side note: Currently, I […]
I remember the distinct feeling of walking up the stairs to the third floor and over to my Physics professor’s office. I was coming to meet with him regarding my first couple tests in his class. As I took my place in line with my two blue books in hand (do they still use blue […]
“Mom, my legs hurt,” my oldest son complained one morning as he laid in bed. Though I considered that he was just trying to stall (yet again) the process of getting up and getting dressed, I also felt that leg pain sounded familiar. Most likely, he was suffering from the pain of growing rapidly, something […]
When I was a senior in high school, I took a creative writing course. All semester, I crafted stories on paper and turned them in and then waited with trepidation for my grade. As each one came back with comments and suggestions and quite a bit of the infamous “red marks,” I was repeatedly heartbroken […]
