Posts Tagged ‘husband’
Two Crucial Needs: Encouragers in Our Personal lives and Critical Thinking Skills as Citizens
This past week, my publisher sent me the final pdf of my upcoming novel, Leisha’s Song. I was instructed to read it carefully, notate any needed corrections, and have someone else read it as well. We writers are notoriously bad at finding our own spelling and punctuation mistakes. It’s so much easier to find them…
Read MoreMy Post-Colonoscopy Glow
Woody Allen once said: “It’s not the idea of death that bothers me. It’s the hours.” I feel that way about colonoscopies.
Read MoreWhole Lot of Re-Parenting Going On
I’ve always been suspicious of those couples who have that parent-child thing going on. It makes me nervous
Read MorePicking a Partner
The other day, I was talking with my English composition class about the importance of identifying their criteria of evaluation in working on their upcoming “write a review” assignment. I pointed out that in our everyday lives, we’re constantly doing evaluations
Read MoreConfessions of a Workaholic
Last weekend, I spent all day Saturday reviewing and commenting on my students’ first drafts of their memoirs, as well as working on Sunday’s comprehensive sexuality education
Read MoreThe Downside and Upside of Getting Older
For my older son’s wedding, one of his aunts, a professional photographer, put together a slide show of the growing up years of my son and his beautiful bride. They were both such neat kids, and I loved every minute of it. As the groom’s mom, I appeared in several photos with my then young…
Read MoreReading the Obits
“Are you reading about dead people again?” my husband asks me. “Heck, yeah.” Obituaries are a goldmine for writers
Read MoreAbout Those New Year’s Resolutions
New Year’s resolutions have always struck me as psychic downers-in-the-making. Sure, I’d love to lose ten pounds.
Read MoreThe Cycle of Life
We’d just finished a deliciously decadent Thanksgiving dinner, the first my younger son and his family had hosted, when my son held up the candle at our table and announced
Read More“Thankfuls” Trump the “Un-thankfuls”
When our sons were growing up, we used to have a tradition of passing a candle around the Sunday night dinner table and sharing what we felt thankful for. When it was his turn, our then seven year old piped up with, “Let me start with my un-thankfuls.”
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