Alli

"I' won't have a special ribbon when I graduate, will I?" Alli asked. I looked at my youngest, as tears welled up in her eyes. She watched as her older brother reluctantly posed for graduation pictures in the high school cafeteria, a purple ribbon around his neck. My heart broke for her. The year before,…

I Wasn’t the Fun Parent and I’m Not the Fun Teacher

What. A. Week. Friday was a long time coming. There were moments (several of them, actually) when I seriously wondered if I was going to make it to the weekend. The week started out well. My Monday and Tuesday were the kind of days teachers dream about. My 6th graders were creating blogs and begging…

The Last Hurrah (Or eating my way through the Twin Cities one last time.)

After five years of regular visits, we said our goodbyes to the Twin Cities. This past weekend, Reed (hubby), Alli (baby of the fam), Quinn (best dog ever), and I traveled to Minneapolis to help Logan (middle child) move out of his apartment. We got an early start, so a little caffeine was in order:…

I Don’t Want to Talk About Mental Illness

To be honest, I don’t really want to talk about mental illness.   I don’t want to talk about mood disorders, or psychotic disorders, or eating disorders, or personality disorders, or obsessive compulsive disorders, or addiction disorders, or post-traumatic stress disorders.   I don’t want to talk about any of them.   Nor do I really…

I Want to Talk About Kids’ Sports

At one point in my life, not too terribly long ago, I fantasized about writing a book. And not just any old book, mind you. This book was going to chronicle my experiences as a parent of an athlete. This was going to be my opportunity to vent. I was going to address every transgression I ever had with any situation…