March 30

Home Sweet Home

Wow! All three kids are home this weekend. It’s rare these days that we are all together and may be even rarer in the coming months with one graduating from college in a few months and the other one thinking about staying in New York City this summer. And the high schooler? He has no choice – he’s stuck with us for at least another year. Even though the kids are not physically in the house at this moment because, you know, there are friends to see and catch up with. Just knowing that  I can catch up with them throughout the day is all I need.

March 29

The Early Morning Crew

Every morning, this year, a group of students come to our classroom and eat their breakfasts of egg sandwiches, cereal, and pop tarts with strawberry milk to top it all off, before any of the other kids have arrived at school. They are the early morning crew. They commute from Boston to the suburbs and have to get on the bus (6:20 am for some of them) to be at school by 7:30. When they arrive they get breakfast in the cafeteria and then, somehow, make their way upstairs to eat with us. It started with our Breakfast and Books book club that we have every other Thursday at 7:30 am. At some point, though, we all grew more comfortable with each other and now I look forward to their arrival each morning. Sometimes they arrive sleepy and quiet and maybe a little grumpy. Sometimes they arrive full of enthusiasm and excitement and laughs. I love hearing what’s going on in their lives, helping with homework if they need it, and joking around with them. In addition, they keep me updated on the latest songs, fashion, and things I need to know about life. This week, we’ve been watching a video of a  little green dancing alien. I can’t get the song out of my head! We have been laughing all week about it. This year, I feel so lucky to have gotten to know our early morning crew. What a gift it has been.

March 28


My son, Jack, will be graduating from college in May. It’s really seems inconceivable to me that this could be happening. I mean where did the time to go? I know every parent must say this when their first child reaches this huge milestone. I know everyone says, “It seems like just yesterday that he started kindergarten (and all the other childhood rights of passage)…” But it’s true! It’s amazing to me that he’s going to be starting out his life and learning what being an adult is all about. We just spoke today about interviewing, contacts, resumes, and the whole process of getting a job. The rejections are stressing him out; I gently reminded him that the rejections are all part of growing up. He’s reaching out to all of the possible leads that come his way in hopes that they will lead to a possible meeting, interview, and hopefully to that first real job. I know things are going to work out for him, but my role, now, is not to “make things all better for him” as I might have done when he was a child. Now, I’m there to listen and  as a shoulder to lean on as he struggles through his first hurdle into adulthood. And, of course, to give him my seasoned advice on life.

March 27

The Mad Sniffer


I walked out of school today in my big bulky coat that I am actually dying to wash and hang in the closet until next winter. As I stepped outside, I actually felt a hint of spring in the air. I couldn’t believe it after all the wintery weather we have had this month. “Ohhh, I can’t wait to get home and take a walk with Lulu,” I said to myself. So I rushed home and changed out of my teacher clothes into my comfy walking clothes. I even put on a puffy vest instead of that dreaded winter coat. Lulu was so excited to venture out after being home alone all day. “Off we go!” I thought as I got into power walk mode and then stopped…and stopped again…and stopped again…and we continued to stop along our route. Well, Lulu, my dear pup, was not in power walking mode. She was in the “let me sniff everything possible” mode. Her beagle senses took over our walk. I finally succumbed to the mad sniffer and let her enjoy the spring smells all about her. There are plenty of warm days ahead so maybe I’ll get her in  power walk mode before the cold winter returns.

March 26

What’s for Dinner????

“What’s for dinner?” Ugh…That was the question I was just asked by my son. His repertoire of meals is narrow. Here it is in a nutshell: pizza, pasta with meat sauce (Prego and hamburger meat), tortellini with Prego, 5 Guys (definitely not for me), and tacos. These are the only foods he really eats. I, on the other hand, do not share his tastes in food, except for the pizza. Oh, and we both love the Cadbury chocolate eggs. Most nights I’m making two meals – one for him and one for me (my husband usually leans towards the pasta and meat sauce dinners). It’s kind of annoying really. Why does dinner always need to be so difficult? Why can’t we just agree on a yummy meal together? I wonder if one day our two different food tastes will merge together so we can enjoy more shared meals together.

March 25

A New Week

“Be scared and do it anyway.”

I don’t know who said it, but it was posted on yogainspiration’s Instagram. I love this quote. It reminds me to try something new, take a risk, and to not become complacent in my day to day life.

This is how I’m going to start my week.


March 24

My Pile of Books

Oh, where? Oh where to start? The pile of books on my nightstand is growing ever bigger (just added to it today and yesterday and the day before that…)

  • Educated by Tara Westover (a memoir)
  • Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng (fiction – not a kid’s book)
  • Embarrassment by Thomas Newkirk (teacher book)
  • A Novel Approach by Kate Roberst (teacher book)
  • The Night Diary by Veera Hiranandani (middle grade book)
  • Ms. Bixby’s Last Day by John David Anderson (middle grade book)
  • Dating Greatly by Brene’ Brown (for yoga teacher training this summer)
  • The Courage to Teach By Parker J Palmer (for yoga teacher training this summer)
  • The Yamas and Niyamas By Deborah Adele (for yoga teacher training this summer)

Where do I start???

March 23

Stuck in the Mud

I’m stuck

in the mud

it feels like

my brain is

locked in concrete

it is not


it can’t come up

with one idea

to write about

what’s happening

to me

I hope my brain

will break free

of the mud

between my ears

where I’d rather

be stuck in

writing ideas