Birthdays and buildings – Vote Yes to AHS

On February 9th my youngest child turns 11. I seriously don’t know even know where the last decade went. We brought him home from the hospital one winter afternoon and here it is a lifetime later. In an ironic way, the baby who was supposed to be my baby has grown up faster than either … Continue reading Birthdays and buildings – Vote Yes to AHS →

I voted “Yes” on the AHS project and now I’m sorry

Specifically, I'm sorry that I didn't participate in getting the vote out. How sad is it that a decision as vital as whether to renovate and replace parts of the current high school could be decided by such a small percentage of the city's population? Can't we do better than that? I'm also sorry that … Continue reading I voted “Yes” on the AHS project and now I’m sorry →

The beautiful awkwardness of middle school

One of my responsibilities at school is morning hall duty. I generally bring a book to my post at the end of corridor, but often I don't read more than a sentence or two because I am so captivated by the students making their way to their home rooms. They are so incredibly compelling in … Continue reading The beautiful awkwardness of middle school →

Glory Days – Greenwood Lake Middle School’s Class of 1980

It probably wasn't coincidence that I heard that Springsteen song not once, but twice, on my way to the 35th reunion of my 8th grade class, right? There probably isn't a song more appropriate for getting together with classmates and reminiscing about shared childhoods than that nugget that made its debut the same year I … Continue reading Glory Days – Greenwood Lake Middle School’s Class of 1980 →

What home feels like

Memorial Day weekend probably seems like the ultimate cliché when it comes to traveling a couple of hours (or more) to revisit one's childhood. Not to take anything away from our nation's true heroes, but surviving our teenaged years in the small village of Greenwood Lake made us veterans of an entirely different sort. Since … Continue reading What home feels like →