I tell our children that reading is a gift. A gift that cannot be stolen, and one they will have for life. I firmly believe it, too. History has a tragic track record of denying people the right to read in an attempt to prevent them from revolting against oppression. Ironically, there are many amazing books that best illustrate this point. Take Nightjohn by Gary … Continue reading All Buggy Eyed
Today we delivered Maggie’s donations to Anchorage’s Bird Treatment and Learning Center. Instead of birthday gifts, Maggie’s classmates brought everything from bleach to toilet paper to help stock the supply cabinet at the Bird TLC. The Bird TLC volunteers and employees were so appreciative that they offered Sam and Maggie a mini tour of their facility. The kids met a crow (yes, a crow… not … Continue reading For the Birds: The Finale!
“Bloom where you’re planted.” I have no idea who originally came up with this brilliant gem of advice, but I was the parent of a four-year-old the first time I heard it uttered by Teacher Tom at the Anchorage Cooperative Preschool. It’s one of those phrases that has stuck with me ever since. My family and I have just returned from the World Ice Art … Continue reading Blooming Where We’re Transplanted
I’m a little bitter that our annual transition to daylight savings time coincides with spring break this year. If I’m going to have an hour stolen from my life, why can’t it be during a staff meeting at work rather than a precious week when my parents are visiting? Our time with them is so rare that I couldn’t help but feel resentful as I … Continue reading Never Enough Time
It seems like so many of our greatest accomplishments in life go unnoticed. Since becoming a mother I sometimes feel bitter about this, secretly wishing my family would paint me a homemade merit badge for all it takes to keep our little unit happy. It’s not easy to simultaneously keep our children alive (I mean nurtured) and the countertops free of cereal crumbs (I mean … Continue reading Guilty Rewards
This afternoon I found myself on a lunch date with my son. It was just the two of us, and he was begging to dine at Sicily’s Buffet. Personally, I loathe buffets. But there we were, standing at the paint counter at Home Depot with hungry bellies, his eyes twinkling as described the drink station at this Sicily’s place. (Now that he’s tall enough to … Continue reading It’s not always good to be green…