Losing Scout: One Year Later
My apologies. I wrote this in Evernote, and the transfer to WP messed with the formatting, and I’ve been fiddling with it for hours, but I don’t know code, and I just can’t look at this piece any longer. I’m tired. I’m sad. I’m pissed Scout is gone, and I don’t understand code. Good luck reading it. Today, Sookie ate part of my script for Love, Loss, and What They Wore. Thankfully, she didn’t chew the pages that include my lines. Then, she ate a cross from our cross collection. The Swedish one that we got while living in Chicago – from a store in Andersonville. Perhaps she thought it would taste like Ann Sather’s cinnamon buns. Let us not forget the cable cords that Sookie and Neville munched on...
Pittsburgh Mom Post: Zane, and his Dirty Books
It’s my turn at Pittsburgh Mom today, and thank goodness Zane came home from school yesterday with the PERFECT story to share with you. You can find it on my Carpool Mom page over at Pittsburgh Mom. Speaking of stories, let’s hope that my part-time little Pinocchio, IS telling the truth about HOW the teacher caught wind of Tinkerbell’s saucy mouth. And, for the record, he felt uncomfortable bringing his book back to school today to read during independent reading time. That part makes me sad.
Friday the 13th: When a Teacher Calls
I’m up again this week at PittsburghMom.com. It’s almost the end of the school year. We just started the 4th quarter. How has it been going so far? Well, check in at my latest post, but be warned. For just as those horror movies always throw a curve, I’m throwing you one as well. Report cards just came...
We’re Leaving On a Jet Plane
There’s a first time for everything, right? Usually, though, we think of “firsts” in terms of what our children experience. Not this time. Head on over to my blog at PittsburghMom.com – for this time, it’s a “first” for Mom and Dad! If I can get everyone ready for the trip!
My Little (Not-So-Little) Honest Abe
It’s that time again. I’m up at Pittsburgh Mom, and once again I’m talking about my children. ‘Cause I’m a Mom. Who writes. And lives in the Pittsburgh area. Thus . . . well, you get it. Enjoy.