I went to a private school for first grade. My mother and father had decided I learned enough in preschool to advance in to First Grade and combine my Kindergarten-First grade year together. I was an October baby and it was the best way around the school’s August 31st Cutoff.
I envied the children getting on the school bus each morning. I waited and watched and each child waved good-bye to their mother, got on the bus, and laughed joyfully, right in my little 6 year old face.
There was a party on that school bus. Every morning I saw the children have a parent-free party while I had to be carted across town to the Catholic Elementary School I was attending. The nuns did not allow a school but in the parking lot. Or at least that’s what I assumed. Most... Read more
As part of establishing your “brand” as a blogger (or marketer, business or commercial website) you need to pay special attention to the consistency in which you present your image. This includes what people see in the tab of their browser when they are on your site.
The “FAVICON” or Fave Icon if you’re a human, helps identify your site in the URL and in a tab. Originally Favicons appeared on the bookmark menu when you “favorited” a site. (Thus the name)
To make a... Read more
The children played together all weekend.
They are growing so quickly.
My daughter barely fits, all knees and legs, on my lap when I snuggle her.
My son has full sentences.
I feel like a person most days. A person with a job, a life, and a family.
It felt so far away at the time, when we started this, nearly five years ago.
Now I can hardly remember my daughter’s reflux.
My son’s premature birth.
My daughter’s inability to sleep more... Read more
James Lipton: “What is your favorite sound?”
Mrs. Flinger: “The sound of my children playing.”
James Lipton: “What is your least favorite sound?”
Mrs. Flinger: “The sound of my children fighting.”