Passing time….
So here we sit. Again. For the second time post thyroidectomy, we are in the hospital. The girl doesn’t feel well. She just doesn’t. End of story. But, not too many people seem ready to listen...
View ArticleThe Productive Struggle
Tomorrow I was scheduled to attend a professional development workshop entitled “The Productive Struggle.” I was kind of excited to go, as it sounded like quality PD right up my alley. “The...
View Article“Dear whatever doesn’t kill me, I’m strong enough now. Thanks.”
I needed today. For so many reasons. Even thought Meghan had 2 appointments today – 11:15 and 12 – it was a good day. We all slept. Late. All three of us. I mean 10:00. A good sign that we – all...
View ArticleCoaches Change Lives
I know that teachers have the power to change lives, but as my girl gets to the middle school years, I am really starting to think the power is with the coaches. I have always wanted my daughter to be...
View ArticleCompassion Saves the Day!
Instinct. I don’t know why I second guess her instinct. Maybe one day I’ll learn. We arrived in Manhattan early. We dropped Mom off so she could get to her appointment. We parked the car at a better...
View ArticlePlot Twist!
We are thinking we are far from alone in appreciating this Facebook post from the Global Genes Project. I mean these days it seems more than ever, I barely talk to someone whose life isn’t taking...
View ArticleI used to be afraid of roller coasters
I used to be afraid of roller coasters, and their short, fast twisting, turning excitement. Then I realized roller coasters and life have a lot in common. So I started riding them, cause really -what...
View ArticleGratitude
Gratitude. It’s always a good time to be grateful. Especially Thanksgiving week with catastrophe averted. Even full of memories from a year ago, I feel gratitude. Just a week ago I wrote a post...
View ArticleIt’s Complicated…
I just ended a 30 minute conversation with Meghan’s adolescent gynecologist. The fact that she spends 30 minutes on the phone with me speaks to a rare spark of passion for her field, and a genuine...
View ArticleIt’s Complicated…
I was in the stairwell close to the 5th floor of the nursing home where my grandmother resides when the phone rang. I paused, startled by the ring, and trying to suppress my slightly out of shape...
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