Memoir
What We Are: A Hanukkah Post
When Tech Support was a l’il dude, I found myself in the grocery store for the eleventy-seventh time that week. It was our turn to host the annual Jacobson family Hanukkah party that night, and twenty-four people were coming….
My Cat-Eye Glasses
When I was in elementary school, I had a really good friend named Andra. We did everything the same. We dressed the…
The Compromise
The prompt said the write about a doomed relationship. Easy-peasy. …
To Get Up or to Zzzzzzzz
Monkey started 7th grade this year. I hear him moving around starting at 6:20 AM, and I stick my pillow over my head. Unlike my parents who stayed in bed, confident in my organizational abilities — or never really ever considered whether I had everything I needed or not — I feel totally guilty for staying in bed. …
Unintentional Galloping
When I was in middle school, I took horseback riding lessons from folks who lived in a broken down old house but who took fantastic care of their horses. I was a quick study and easily learned how to get my horse to respond. I learned to give the appropriate kicks to get him to trot, to jump over logs, banks and ditches. I learned to canter, my favorite stride. After a while, I begged my instructor to teach me how to gallop. I was sure I was ready; she disagreed….
The Day I Got It All Wrong
When I teach, I come to class prepared. In fact, I sometimes come to class with a Plan A, Plan B and an Emergency Back-Up Plan. I think this stems from the days when I didn’t exactly know what I was doing….
Kite Drowning at Deb Bryan's Today
I am guest posting at Deborah Bryan’s place today. She’s The Monster in Your Closet. Come read me there!…
Spot Check
I’m kicking off Wednesday #TWITS: a fancy-schmancy acronym for Teachers Whom I Think Scored / Teachers Whom I think Sucked. It only took me six bajillion hours to think up that one. So here is my middle school memory about one very specific moment. Obviously, I have changed the teacher’s name….
Lessons From Nicknames
A friend of mine recently told me about the time her younger daughter accidentally cracked her head open on the doorknob at the top of a staircase. Of course this incident occurred the same weekend her daughter had a nasty sinus infection and was horking up greenish-brown lugies, thus earning her the nickname Snorky McStaplehead. What nicknames have you acquired during your life?…
Lessons From A Meat Truck
One year ago I bought truck meat. You heard me. Not one but two cute dudes drove into my driveway offering me steaks, chicken breasts and shellfish. Initially, I was skeptical. But I saw the meat had come from a reputable company, a name I recognized. So I figured, why not?…