Screaming “Base!”
Today I chase my daughter around the living room to tickle her. At one point, she defiantly stops in her tracks, places one hand on
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Today I chase my daughter around the living room to tickle her. At one point, she defiantly stops in her tracks, places one hand on
The landscape in Pennsylvania, for the most part, still frowns with the weight of winter. Trees raise their arms in surrender to a blank sky.
The First Spring Melt Can I Do This? Yes, I Can Free to Play ________________Journal: Can I see my fear as a puddle? I won’t
Yesterday, this little girl (the one who lost her first tooth) brings home a homemade bird feeder. She announces that the bagel was “a rotten
It’s a snow day in our county, and the children and I make cookies to frost. The girls crowd around me and eagerly reach for
This morning, the lawns become ice skating rinks. The children are so light they can skate across the surface of the snow without falling through.
This morning I learn about the exploration goals of the 3rd and 4th graders. If they could be explorers–anywhere–where would they go and why? My
I learn this morning that you can tell the age of a pine tree by its number of “whorls.” One child stops in the woods
Last night, a friend arrives for a sleepover. She has a green envelope that she presents to my daughter. It’s a homemade “friendship award.”
This morning, my friends and I huddle by the school entrance, making conversation with other parents and school administrators. As we notice the line of