...and I'm not talking about like a bouquet of flowers, either. No, I'm talking about good old-fashioned perspiration. You see, I began my Mother's Day by participating in Fleet Feet's 10K Classic. The race began (and ended) at Bethlehem Central HS* and the route was fairly rural and mostly flat. It was a small field … Continue reading Sometimes Mother’s Day stinks
Category: Boys
Black boys on mopeds
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving. I’ve had these lyrics from an old Sinead O’Connor song … Continue reading Black boys on mopeds
My mythical beast turns 16
On a sunny day, not unlike some of the ones we’ve enjoyed this week, my water broke and labor began for my second child. Neither of these occurred with any haste – it was more a leak than a gush and the progress of my contractions was painfully (literally) slow. When my red-faced, bald-headed baby … Continue reading My mythical beast turns 16
Echo – Pam Munoz Ryan
One of the benefits of my job is the opportunity to purchase new materials for students and faculty. Even after nearly two decades, the thrill of unpacking and handling a box of new books remains a highlight of my professional day. A recent shipment included Pam Munoz Ryan’s latest novel, Echo. My first impression was … Continue reading Echo – Pam Munoz Ryan
Unforgettable lessons
There are books that I read which are impossible to put down, a recent example being The Girl on the Train. I was so eager to find out what really happened that I refused to stop reading until I finished the book. I was neither disappointed, nor regretful of my decision to push on until … Continue reading Unforgettable lessons
Bijoux
🎶 I love Paris, that's the song (Ella Fitzgerald version) that has been playing incessantly in my head for nearly the last week. Such a cliché, right? Limiting my love to merely Paris, though, would be unfair to the rest of the country. There's so much to love! In previous visits, I've been smitten by … Continue reading Bijoux
Avoir de la chance
Friday evening I was tempted to leap in the air and shout with excitement "I'm in Paris!" (Kind of Mary Tyler Moore-ish, if you're struggling for the visual.) It was just so remarkable to me that a day that began at 5:00 a.m. Thursday in upstate New York could conclude more than 30 hours later … Continue reading Avoir de la chance
DelSo 