O.k. We are going back to school. I am teaching and my sons are going to college. Charlie is my baby and the did I teach him all he needed to know about life questions are lurking in the recesses of my mind. So those last minute conversations are frequent […]
So, when Chris recalled the story I recalled the moral. See you two still get along and don’t fight. Wasn’t it worth it?
Chris’s response was, “We don’t fight because we’re still scared of you, you’re crazy, mom.”Charlie nodded in agreement.
My three favorite things (note I said things not people or anything of that nature) are coffee, food and books. I love to read or write and drink coffee. If not that then I’m content being in the kitchen creating what my son Christopher refers to as art….. […]
I mentioned in earlier posts that I have visited the same dentist for most of my adult life. I visited one other dentist for one visit and let’s just say that ain’t happening ever again! And if it weren’t for the fact that every year since he has […]
So what is a girl to do? The dentist knew who he was dealing with. Perhaps going to the same dentist for my adult life was not such a great idea after all. He is good, really good. Did you know an infection from a cavity can bore through your sinus cavity up to your brain and kill you? Neither did I!
When I was growing up my mother had a (let’s be frank) boring menu. Monday was meatloaf, Tuesday was pork chops, Wednesday -fried chicken, Thursday spaghetti and Friday was either hot dogs or Red Baron Pizza. Dad cooked on the weekends so it was usually BBQ or KFC. […]
Never in my life have I been so happy to hear the misuse of a car horn. I was so happy I yelled back like a New Yorker. “Talk to the Bozo in the Jeep over there!”
So, I stood up to see 18 students staring at me with their mouths agape. What could I say to save this moment. The teacher that wants to make everybody feels like all is good in the world came out…
I still remember reading a Dick and Jane text book over and over as a 6 year old. That was the only book we had in the house for a long time. Then somebody, I can not remember who, gave my parents a mini library. It was an encyclopedia set of short stories that were Christian based. They were Uncle Arthur’s Stories. There were enough to keep me entertained for easily a year. This person’s kindness changed my reading habits.
A momentary silence was followed by, “I would rather have an alive child, than a dead right child, so if the roads are icy let the cars go.”