I find myself simultaneously speechless and overflowing with so much to say. I just had to write. Something. I wrote this post almost as an exercise in capturing my stream of consciousness. Today when I led a writer's workshop for Bird's second grade class, a student asked me a … [Read more...] about Vernacular of Violence
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A Culture of Kindness
Kindness. Its other monikers might be Grace. Benevolence. Selflessness. Friendliness. Compassion. We teach Kindness to our children through lectures and rants and reactive examples that stem from plugging up a playdate gone bad. There are tomes about how to talk to … [Read more...] about A Culture of Kindness
We Have a Male Babysitter.
Are women predisposed to taking care of children? I never wanted to be a mother. Somehow the maternal gene was pinched between the shopping and corporate ladder climber genes that roughhoused all the others into submission. I didn't earn pocket money babysitting, nor did … [Read more...] about We Have a Male Babysitter.
Beautiful in My Own Skin
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty, like taste, is subjective. Yes, we tell ourselves that with our rationale brains, yet our own psyches make us think differently. Images of Catherine, Sophia, Cindy, Salma, and Jennifer pop up at every turn, taunting us with a … [Read more...] about Beautiful in My Own Skin
Giving Thanks Every Single Day
Much like my views on Earth Day, I think Thanksgiving is a day not to be reserved just for a cool fall day in November that is more about football and food than actually being thankful in earnest. I mean, the whole Pilgrim/Native American feast aside, I think we have a lot to be … [Read more...] about Giving Thanks Every Single Day
My Thanksgiving Wishes, More or Less
More loving, less loathing. More helping, less hindering. More giggles, less gloom. More humility, less hubris. More friendship, less fighting. More praise, less pain. More delight, less depression. More glee, less … [Read more...] about My Thanksgiving Wishes, More or Less
Working Mother
I spent my entire adult life in the work force. I started working back in the day when women wore boring blue suits with gold buttons to the office. That was before we were allowed to inject our personality into the daily grind. It was also a time when your male counterparts … [Read more...] about Working Mother