I Hate You. I Wish You Weren’t My Mom!

I Hate You. I Wish You Weren’t My Mom!

I hear this once a day. The first time Declan said the “h” word, he didn’t like dinner. I’m not phased. If I were a regular mother, I’d have been crushed. Devastated, even. But I’m a teacher. Kids hate me all the time. I gave too...

Thanks for Teaching Me to Gamble, Grandma

I’ve been playing cards for a very long time. My Irish grandmother taught me when I was about five, and I’m sitting down teaching Declan now that he’s reached the golden age himself. He’s not ready for poker–he doesn’t have a poker...