A Poem for a Monday Morning
COBWEBS Rushing and rushing and getting behind. Spinning and whirling in heart and in mind. Trying to catch all the …
COBWEBS Rushing and rushing and getting behind. Spinning and whirling in heart and in mind. Trying to catch all the …
This evening on the way home from the beach, my daughter and I were chatting. I can’t remember all the …
“There is no school equal to a decent home, and no teacher equal to a virtuous parent.” ~Mahatma Ghandi
In a car,…on the way to our campsite,…rapidly descending into an awesome river canyon,…flanked on one side by massive walls …
Last night was Promotions Night. One of our girls was promoted from the 6th grade to the 7th grade. And …
On the calendar that hangs on our kitchen wall, June 21st is designated as the first day of summer. And …
Last night I went to bed at ten fifteen; I couldn’t sleep. I tried to lie calmly; I tried to …
Just as every Spring of the year signals the arrival of ladybugs, and June heralds the arrival of…well…June bugs, each …
Last night we were all at home, each busy with our own projects: Daddy was in the back part of …
My two daughters, aged 14 and 12, share a bedroom. There’s a bunk bed in the room. (The fourteen year-old …