There's a reason I stopped taking my kids to see the Easter Bunny.
It wasn't until my great-grandmother died that I finally understood my mother's love for Thanksgiving.
Kindergarten wouldn't have been so scary if I'd gotten the answer right to this one simple question ...
Whenever I visit my hometown, I like to stop by the school, just to see the grounds. Which school? The school. There was only one in my little town, a complex of buildings that housed all of grades kindergarten through 12th. My kids have a hard time conceptualizing that I only had 60-some kids in... Continue Reading →