As a child, I grew up across the street from two schools that were separated only by a public pool; one Catholic and one public. As Catholics (but far from practicing), the decision as to what school I would attend was easy for my parents. And so it was, that for eight years I would wait until the morning’s last bell to race out the door and get to school. I always looked fondly back on my time at St. Francis. In my head, I felt certain that part of what I loved about attending it was the …
Why My Daughter is Acing Compassionate Math and Fair Science
This school year has been challenging for my twelve year old daughter. A chronic back injury, has meant she has missed more than 32 days of school since September. We never know when she will be flat on her back for sometimes up to a week, or what will cause her back to spasm. As I write this, she put her back out two days ago, simply walking down the hall at school. Needless, to say, I am stressed to the max about her health, and the impact this is going to have on her long term. The …
Connect With Your Teen – 4 Ways That Aren’t Instagram-Friendly But Work
Haven’t we all read at least one article that promises to connect with your teen featuring Instagram-worthy photos with families hiking in the woods, or laughing while they all bake bread together. So you give it a try only your family hike began with eye rolls, continues on with a “why do we have to do this?” whine, and ends with a morose teen who makes it abundantly clear he’d rather be anywhere in the world than this stupid forest looking at leaves. But hey, you got that one nice …
40 Things You’re Probably Going to Do With Your Kid Anyway
This morning I had just finished reading a chapter in my new favourite book The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, when I popped over to the Life in Pleasantville Facebook page to see what was happening. I noticed an article we shared called 40 Places to See With Your Kids Before They Are All Grown Up and I was suddenly feeling ranty. …
What the Gilmore Girls Mean to Me
When I was a teenager, I faced a very difficult decision: to stay with the pimply, immature, (cheating) teen-aged boy and raise the family that we had accidentally started, or stop that in its tracks and move on with my life. Thankfully, I chose the latter and never looked back. I have no regrets about my choices, because my life would be very different now if I hadn't chosen as I did, and I kind of like the little life I have created. Image Source: jeffmason on Flickr When Gilmore …
