Butterfly Tears

What have I lost? Too much.  What am I grieving?  Too much.  There are times I feel the overwhelming sense of loss fall through me and I can’t catch the tears in a butterfly net.  Off they flutter, landing on this memory or touching on that ache in my soul….

Boys will be boys? No, never. This is why.

I encountered many poorly behaved boys and girls, and even worse parents, in my years of education.  It is, as they say, an occupational hazard.  I do like to think that most people know how to adhere to the very basics of human decency, the first being “treat the elderly with kindness and respect.”…

This is the Reason We’ve Lived in Shame Long Enough

Guest post by Rachel Thompson This article first appeared as a guest post on the amazing Nicole Lyons’ The Lithium Chronicles and is reprinted here with attribution and her permission Every morning, as I drive my child to school and back, I pass an old brown El Camino parked in a random…

If You Whisper, They Will Answer

As a mother who insists on staying involved in her children’s lives, I make an effort to read articles that come along warning me about the latest dangers or improvements in the world that will directly affect my son or daughter.  My son, who is fifteen, is growing up in…