Springtime gatherings always remind me how I totally blew it as my family’s photo archivist. With graduation parties and other milestone celebrations popping up like dandelions, I’m facing the beast almost daily. My eyes fall upon impeccable, thorough, chronological picture displays. They’re theme-infused art installations, always monstrously lovely. The orderly shots of others’ lives tell such sweet stories, yet leave me in a dark room of guilt.
School is out — and no one deserves the break more than teachers. My mind and heart are focused this week on one special teacher, Barbara Holland, who taught my son three years ago. She died last weekend and our school is heartbroken.
We could save some human lives if euthanasia and assisted suicide were legal, as they are in some other states. That way, except in clear end-of-life for the dying, we could attempt to resuscitate most patients in life-threatening situations.
My son’s two claims to fame are 1) he had a childhood devoid of Vacation Bible School and 2) he never bought food in the school cafeteria. By the time my daughter started kindergarten, lunches had become a parenting statement. God forbid if you packed a Smuckers Uncrustable; if you ever resorted to a Lunchable, be prepared for a home visit from CPS.
Gathered around a fire, adults start forging connections for the little ones. Sometimes they’re connections to the values we want them to grow up with, sometimes they’re connections to the magic or mystery in the world that might inspire their imagination.
Snarky in the Suburbs: My usual response when anything good happens to me is to think I’m dying. After recent trips to Time Warner and the DMV, I was so freaked that my demise was imminent I felt justified in eating not one, not two, but three Krispy Kremes
Kansas Rep. Melissa Rooker responds to columnist’s criticism: An ironic storyline is being crafted by those attempting to shift blame from their disastrous economic agenda to the coalition of traditional Republicans and others who have repeatedly pointed out that people are being hurt by an ideological agenda.
I ask for stylist recommendations. I bring with me photos. I advise that I do not want a reverse bob. I assure them that I’m not kidding,But it doesn’t matter where I go, what photos of fun, chunky shag cuts I show them, I always walk away looking the same.
If you’ve paid attention to young parents on social media, you are aware that a child’s first tooth loss experience often morphs into a bidding war. Over-achieving parents boast how their Tooth Fairy is far more generous than the rest of the world.
You’ve got everything from the high school parent who specializes in class rank news updates to the elementary school mom who has an Excel spreadsheet of her little cherub’s academic and extracurricular schedule and a corresponding pie chart of his world domination areas of expertise.
Study after study tells us that this kind of bullying in the name of discipline is leading to the high level of violence and child maltreatment experienced in this country. Change how adults treat a child, change the statistics.