What if kids don't go back to school? What if parents don't want to take the risk that their kids will get sick or even carry Covid back to them or other family members? Will children be scarred for life? I don't see how. Hear me out: Kids have been homeschooled --many in remote communities . . .
My life has had more than its share of momentous events and while none can top Michael and I remarrying, others rank right up there. A man I dated more than a dozen years ago called out of the blue the other day and we talked for almost an hour. I always feel lucky when someone I had a connection . . .
Sometimes it seems like younger generations are looking for a shortcut, a way to the magic without putting in the effort and especially not the time. And even better if someone else does it for them. Daddy, maybe. Or anyone else. Self-reliance is not as popular as it once was. Sadly. I know . . .
The stay-at-home dad (SAHD) used to be as rare as a unicorn, and stay-at-home dads who blog, even rarer. Enter Frank Priegue, whose blog I ran across last month. Frank and his wife had been married for three years when their son was born. Frank was 50 at the time. Since his wife's career was more . . .
“I don’t know why people are so keen to put the details of their private life in public; they forget that invisibility is a superpower.” ~Banksy And who would know that better than the reclusive street artist, Banksy, who made an entire career out of invisibility? There's a new category, . . .
I've always loved being near the water and longed to live near it, so when I decided to move to the Monterey peninsula it was a dream come true. The idea that I could walk a couple of blocks and be on a beach? Heaven. Thinking about that, recently, I really took in-- for the first time-- that I . . .
A few years ago I made a confession about a deep secret I'd held, one that I acted on only in the privacy of my office. Just me and my computer. Here it is: I'm not Mormon but I read Mormon mom blogs. And I enjoy them. Avidly, I read about modest clothing and staying home to take care of the kids. . . .
I didn't have kids. Oh, a long story, but I didn't have them. Which makes it super-hard for me to relate to the plethora of essays and blog posts my peers write about raising kids, empty nests, grand-parenting. Those are pleasures I've been denied and heartaches, too, if we were honest. But I do . . .
Seniors Day thoughts. I don't feel like a senior. My hair isn't grey, at least it's not supposed to be, given my monthly investment at the salon. I'm usually pretty active But there I was, pushing a metal shopping cart around Walgreen's on Seniors Day, the first Tuesday of the month. I AM a . . .
"Your best teacher is your last mistake." That is, if you're willing to recognize it. And learn. What are your thoughts about mistakes? I'm not a parent, but it seems to me that it's hard for parents to let kids make mistakes and have that learning experience. I'd love to hear from parents about . . .
