A Letter To My Daughters
November 9, 2016. The morning after the Presidential Election: COLD and RED
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Karma is a Beyotch?
Someone got the memo yesterday. The problem is HE didn’t understand it.
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Bullies BEWARE
This is BE KIND week at Sabino High School. Given my daughter has come home in tears two days in a row so far this week, I don’t think it’s working. Apparently someone didn’t get the memo.
When Did Prom Invites Get To Be Such Productions?
Willow’s invitation was not without fanfare, and I’ve gotta hand it to the guy, he clearly tailored it to fit the girl he asked.
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Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Beautiful
Have you heard about the British woman, Samantha Brick, who published an article on the Daily Mail website? She discusses how men often pay her cab fares, give her flowers, and offer her drinks, and why she believes women hate her for no reason other than her “lovely looks.” The article is called, “‘There are
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Volunteer Burnout Once Again Rears Its Rude Head
My entire family overheard the phone conversation I had with the “mom volunteer” (MV) who answered the high school attendance line, and they witnessed my dropped-jaw reaction.
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I Will Never Be a BRECK Girl
My daughter ran into a soccer mom yesterday, someone neither she nor I have seen since the school season ended back in February.
“How’s your mom?” asked the woman.
“She cut off all her hair,” responded my daughter.
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My Week With Willow
“All little girls should be told how pretty they are,” says Marilyn. “They should grow up knowing how much their mother loves them.”
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Looking Back to Brookfield
“Poets claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek
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“He Won’t Shoot Me.”
I don’t know whether or not this is true or if it’s Valley legend, but I’m going to share it anyway. From the moment the texts began chiming into my daughters’ phones, and postings on Facebook informed us there was a shooting in the neighborhood on New Year’s Eve, we paid attention as the details
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