My friends all seem to be turning 50. When I say "my friends," I am usually referring to people I have known for decades. I have lots of other friends and I know people who are other ages besides 50. But the ones who are turning 50 lately, are the ones with whom I celebrated other milestone birthdays. Maybe ...
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The Café.
By some fluke of health and scheduling, all six of us were home the other day. Eric was sick and there was no moving him. Adam had the day off and was sleeping in. Amy didn't have to go into work until the afternoon, so she came over. "Let's go to the Café for breakfast!" - was Amy's fabulous plan. Lucy and Jonathan started the ...
How high?
Our intention as homeschoolers has never been to re-create school at home. Ours is really more of a lifestyle of learning. Having said that, I would have to say that the only thing I miss for my kids is P.E. (I was going to write "Phys. Ed" but then I'd be dating myself =D). I only say that because there is a certain amount ...
Are we missing anything?
Representation of our homeschooling day..... Lucy is the Master of the White Board in our homeschool. I don't know where she gets it. Certainly not from the Cuban-Artist side. More likely from the English-High-Achiever parent, my husband, Eric. Even though I can't take any credit for it, I'm still proud. We have so much to do for school and ...
No more Ché for us, thanks.
He's gotten way too much press in the past 50 years. He's been romanticized and has become the poster boy for revolutions worldwide. Let's make it our goal to educate our sadly ignorant world about the misconceptions surrounding his "accomplishments." JUST SAY NO to "Romancing the Ché." Read the truth here ...
Life on the hyphen…
This is my first attempt at blogging. I don't know why it seems like such a big deal to me. As if this is some kind of debutante ball I'm meticulously preparing for. I write all the time. I spend countless hours writing emails to my friends, letters to editors, and chatting on line. But suddenly blogging feels like I have arrived. I have somehow ...
