
Kids: Recognizing His Gift at the Heart of the Work
I’m sure you’ve heard it. At least once. “Why isn’t there a Kids’ Day?”

I’m sure you’ve heard it. At least once. “Why isn’t there a Kids’ Day?”

**I heard it from my grandmother—the question of her day: Where were you on the attack of Pearl Harbor?

I ran into a friend today, and I started to cry. No, I didn’t actually run into her—just the figurative collision. But the crying was

originally written for my “Family Time” Column in Fountain of Life Magazine, Jan/Feb 2016 It seems we are a people who love new beginnings. Turning over a

It was a moment to cherish. There I sat in her living room watching this precious woman, my grandmother-in-law, play her special version of patty-cake

Kids: they’re kind of my thing. Babies, toddlers,… middle school, high school, college… you get the picture. As a mom, as a teacher, it’s been

In honor of Mother’s Day,here’s a post for the other 364 days… [Originally written and published in my Kenosha News “My Turn” column] I don’t think

They looked at me like I’d killed their grandma. Or at least stolen their candy. In truth, I’d tried to save them from the machine

I write to Josh Groban. No, not like sending him letters in the mail. Like playing his songs while I type. His music demands something.
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