My daddy’s home

My father has worked in education and media my entire life. His job when I was a young child was centered in downtown Chicago, Illinois, and it occasionally entailed random late nights and regular business trips. If just these first two sentences have led your mind down the path of heart-wrenching “I never saw my…

Strength

I was out at dinner with a friend. I sat there, with a beautiful boutique flower shop bouquet of flowers lying on the booth seat next to me, a belated birthday gift that made my heart sparkle, telling her some story I don’t even remember. “I am so happy to see you,” she said, after…

The First One About Homeschooling

I was homeschooled from preschool through my senior year of high school, graduating with an honors-student-level GPA at age 19 with an official-looking diploma, a brain chock-full of crammed-in material I no longer remember, and a spirit carrying a multitude of insecurities. I was a year older than most of my graduating peers. My good…

Looking up

My friend: “How have you been?” What I said: “I’m actually in a really good place right now. The summer has been very good to me.” What my friend said in reply: “I’m glad things are looking up for you.” ~~~ I realized shortly after this interaction that I said something out of line with…

How to Organize Homework

Students don’t like homework. We just don’t.┬áIt takes up a lot of time, so most students don’t enjoy doing it. Me? I don’t like storing it. I don’t mind homework that much (yes, I know I’m a traitor to student-kind … I’m sorry). What I do mind, though, is how much paper I end up…