One Proud Mama

I am not your stereotypical soccer mom.  Nor am I a softball mom, gymnastics mom, or dancer mom. Sports of any kind scare me.  I think my brother scarred me for life when his athletic arms swung the bat on a pitch I threw him.  The baseball hit me square between the eyes, knocking me out.  I woke up staring up at the sky, and I haven’t been the same since! So it was with a great deal of trepidation that I toed my way into the ice skating arena when my daughter wanted to learn how to ice skate … Continue reading One Proud Mama

Teeny No More

I beheld a woman holding a teeny tiny baby at the checkout today at the grocery store, and there it was: the instantaneous weep.  Somehow these days the mere sight of a fresh newborn baby brings prickles to my nose and drippy tears to my eyes.  When they took my womb in the hysterectomy, I think they also must have surgically extracted a little piece of my heart. But here is my sweetheart, all stretched out after landing a jump today at ice skating practice.  When I was a wee little one myself, I used to watch figure skating on … Continue reading Teeny No More

Insurance Irony

The new health insurance law has me all tangled up in knots in unexpected ways. Today I joined the ranks of others who have been denied health insurance due to pre-existing conditions, and I feel somehow demeaned. Gross. Unworthy.  Perhaps the executives at Big Insurance would like to redline me, as the characters did in Water for Elephants?  Just throw me off this train, and there will be no need for health insurance. The entire process of applying for private insurance was cumbersome and intrusive, and now I learn jumping through those hoops was all for naught.  At least for … Continue reading Insurance Irony

Words from My Father

Many words from my father still echo in the passages of my mind.  I hear them and heed them and find myself passing along their wisdom to my own daughter.  Here are some of my favorites, just in time for Father’s Day.  Thank you, Dad, for always creating your own excitement. Good Night, Sleep Tight, and Say Your Prayers. I still pray before sleeping, Dad, thanks to habits formed when I was young. Rise and Be Dull. This phrase became the standard wake-up announcement, spoken just after a horrible blast from an old Army trumpet and accompanied by a tug … Continue reading Words from My Father

Flunking the Future?

Arugh!  I wrote a post about education, but somehow it got lost in cyberspace.  Because it is after 11pm, and because my eyes are getting fuzzy, I will have to make do with the quick and dirty version. Public Schools Flunk Out.  Only 34% of ninth graders who took the new STAAR test passed English 1 Writing and Reading.  Our students deserve better.  Public schools ought to take a page from homeschoolers and try other curriculum, such as Institute for Excellence in Writing.  My daughter began using IEW in the second semester of her 4th grade year. Here is my … Continue reading Flunking the Future?