inspired to be ourselves
Every week on Friday, NPR has Storycorps on, and every week it makes me cry. Storycorps is a project where a traveling recording booth goes around the country and people get a chance to interview their loved ones. The best stories are picked to be on the radio, and they are such touching and lovely […]
While Southern California raged last month, Arkansas sulked & wept. Day after day was rainy and glum, until I just wanted to give the weather a good hard slap, tell it to buck up, get a grip for godsake. It was the kind of autumn weather I grew up with, in Newfoundland: sullen, heavy and […]
This morning I took my sons out to breakfast at Crackle Barrel. No, really. That’s how it’s pronounced in my house. Morgan has never been able to say it correctly, it’s been “crackle” for a long time. Only this morning, as we were goofing around we called it “Crack-a-lackin’ Barrel” and I thought I’d bust […]
I rearrange my bookshelf two or three times each year. The books were originally alphabetized by author name. Then I switched to a genre type of classification. Then I got all fruity and took half of the books off of the shelf and replaced them with baskets of decorative crap and framed pictures. Regardless of […]
But it’s still something that brings tears to my eyes and inspires me when I’m feeling low. The public schools I attended from 6th grade to 12th grade had amazing special education programs for children with various handicaps. Children with Cerebral Palsy, Down syndrome, Autism, and more participated in “mainstream” programs that placed them along […]
Not long ago on my own writing space, I made mention of a parent whom I felt was slighted because of her race. It wasn’t lost on me that, in education, we sometimes treat parents differently based on their race. The look on that mother’s face and the realization that she was a mother and […]
