A Good Lesson…A Bad Poem

I am in the middle of class. A good class. They listen. A hand goes up. I say, "Yes." I am waiting for the genius, the home run, the reply--the question of the year. "I have to go to the lav." Deflated. I try again. The class smiles. I reengage. The class leans...

I Can Do Anything I Want

"Mom, you can't do that!" Um, yes, I can. It seems like I, once again, made an executive parenting decision that was unpopular to the crowd. Too bad. I started to think. I just turned 42. There is a whole host of things I can do now. In fact, I can do anything I want....