Touring Universities Near and Far
As my son has started touring universities, I’m finding I have conflicted feelings. I want to help him out the door, but he’s still my baby.
As my son has started touring universities, I’m finding I have conflicted feelings. I want to help him out the door, but he’s still my baby.
Two of my kids are transitioning to new schools this years. They’re not anxious about academics, they’re worried about losing friends.
My point today is that not EVERY situation requires intervention. We want to grow responsible, compassionate humans. To fail is to grow.
I constantly remind my children that what they post to social media will be there forever. Forever and ever. Amen.
I’m starting planning for college now. I’m shopping for what he needs now. We’re researching with him where he can save money…and where I can as well.
Winter. The time when most people hunker down, find a warm place to hang out, and dream about the summer months ahead. Not my family – we go snowboarding.
Their lists are made, items are starred, circled, and highlighted…just in case I didn’t notice the star and circle. We typically chose one or two things off their lists and then, well, then we chose time.
I refuse to do the traditional Black Friday shopping this year. I’ve had it with the lines, the shoving, and especially the parking lot rage.
The reason my aging parents’ things have made their way to my home—and the homes of my siblings—is they’re moved to a senior living apartment.
I’m terrified. Those words have passed my lips in regards to getting on a plane, working with people I’ve never met, walking to my car in the dark…