Wookie

Kuzco, my son’s dog, speaks fluent Wookie. He’s a beautiful boxer/shepherd brindle with tiger markings, loves to cuddle and is, unfortunately, a counter surfer. His most recent conquest was my 6qt. crockpot filled with stew. Okay, please stay with me. I promise this...

A Gift

Today is Christmas Day. A quiet and unusual Christmas Day for us. Our children do not arrive until later this week. The tree is sagging. The light in the Moravian star has burned out. I’m recovering from the flu, and still eating toast and tea. Poor Tim will probably...

The Importance of Four

“Four on the floor.” As a first-grade teacher, I reminded students hundreds of times, maybe thousands. Why? Safety, of course. As parents and teachers we understand the dangers involved just as drivers know to keep four tires on the road. And when we are stressed, we...

Kindergarten Never Ends

First child. First day of kindergarten. Surely he’d look back and wave or drag his feet or refuse to release my hand and beg me to stay. Nope. Before inviting us to leave, the teacher gave each parent an apple shaped nametag that read: “Be nice to me. My child...

Gold Digging

When Tyler and Libby were preschoolers, I worked in youth ministry. Two youth were more respectful and responsible than any of their peers. They were self-assured without being cocky and capable. Give them a task and it was completed with excellence – on time. Add in...