The Garbage You Make
For a class project about our community, my daughter must record every single piece of trash we throw away. Recording it like this amazes me;
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For a class project about our community, my daughter must record every single piece of trash we throw away. Recording it like this amazes me;
I heard a story last week about horses that I think about every day now. A psychologist shared that she grew up on a farm,
Today my youngest bursts from the school doors to announce that her little friend will come for a playdate and bring her iPad. “Really?” I
The first article I ever published in a real magazine revealed the seven ways to ask a great question. I used to be so good
I want to create a special after school treat for Valentine’s Day, but I’m out of everything. No lemon juice for lemon squares; no chocolate
It occurs to me again this morning that some things you can never go back from. Some things you just can’t undo. Learning to read,
Two years ago, I wrote about my daughter’s theory of bike riding. As we took off the training wheels, she said, “Little hills mean little
My husband and I walk in the woods in search of icicles. I’ve always been enchanted by icicles. They possess a strange beauty. Icicle Icicles
Today in class, we consider the claims of several poets regarding beauty. Kahlil Gibran claims that “we live only to discover beauty” as if to
My one-eyed cat, Jack, has found true love. He’s moved from synchronized napping to obvious displays of tender cat affection. He can’t nap without her.