Tag: Parenting
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October Morning🍁
My youngest turns 27 today. At the exact minute she was born, we will all get on FaceTime and sing Happy Birthday to her in Texas.
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Our Parenting Instincts… We Should Trust Them-Part Two
Here is the second tale that came to mind as I was speaking with the Mom of a high schooler last week…
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Our Parenting Instincts…We Should Trust Them- Part One
Recently, I spoke with a Mom who is deeply concerned about how she’s handling a difficult situation with her 11th grader. Her instinct is telling her one thing but she’s considering alternate options, possibly going a different route. As she talked, I recalled two situations when my parenting instincts were…
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No “Back to School”
I was shopping and back to school signs hung everywhere. Here in New York, students return next week. I miss the former life season of fresh notebooks and the beginning of fall sports. I knew I’d miss it when I was in it. I knew I’d miss the rhythm of…
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The Person They Remember is Not the Person I Know
“How Great Thou Art” emerged from his robust chest, filling the sanctuary. My eyes welled as the bellowing voice rose to the rafters. The words clearly resonating deep within his own soul. After a year of watching the man in his late-40’s at a distance – him singing up on…
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Rarely Out Late, Home by 8!
Since the nest has emptied, if we go out for dinner, it’s (usually) around 5pm-6pm. If we dine with friends with less job flexibility, we happily make reservations for 7pm or 8pm. Key word: reservations. While it’s healthier to eat earlier, for me it’s about not waiting for a table…
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Poem Published on Spillwords Press
I just returned to NY from traveling and was a day late coming home, not checking my Gmail while away. I was thrilled and truly thankful that a poem I submitted on May 2nd was published on May 9th. I am sincerely grateful to Dagmara K. for selecting my poem…
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The Preschool Library Years – National Library Week
The library is one of the few spaces where time slows. American culture tends to resist a slow pace of life. Unhurried feels less productive.
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Lent: How Fasting Changed for me
Folklore claims that I was baptized Catholic as an infant. Subsequently, I was unchurched until the age of thirteen. At that juncture, my mother decided we would attend the church of her childhood: the Greek Orthodox Church. My Papou (maternal grandfather) arrived here from Greece, while my YiaYia (maternal grandmother)…


