Posted in Blog on Jul 1st, 2010
I don’t know anything about children. I often feel incompetent and that I miss the point. As one of the youngest in my family, I wasn’t around younger children until I started baby sitting as a teenager, the first job I ever hated. Failing as a 13-year-old, assigned to keep the third and fourth graders [...]
Posted in Blog on Jun 25th, 2010
Given a mother’s immense influence, with lifelong consequences for children and society, nurturing these families should be Job One.
Posted in Blog on Nov 17th, 2009
The entire country seems to be having a deer in headlights moment: stunned with fear. With our social fabric rent to shreds, if there ever was a time for a new model, this is it. Cooperative community diners pose an elegant solution that may solve myriad problems on many levels. The diners of my youth [...]
Posted in Blog on Nov 16th, 2009
On a a splendid fall Saturday afternoon, a young man stood outside a convenience store with three children ranging in height from 2 feet to 3 feet. As they dug into their candy, the little girl dropped her wrapper on the ground. I took a deep breath and approached the father suggesting that this was [...]
Posted in Blog on Aug 27th, 2009
This little boy thinks he owns the world. He’s a cute kid and likely the center of his grandmother’s universe. That’s the way five-year olds should be: happy, confident and ready to take on the world. He’s undoubtedly a handful and a hoot for his family. On the bus today I watched a tiny infant [...]
Posted in Blog on May 10th, 2009
You should have been there. Wednesday’s morning news reported that when schools close for the swine flu, some children miss out on their only meal of the day. The story put me closer to the edge than I realized. The weepy spell in the car on the way into work wasn’t enough. I wish I [...]
Posted in Blog on Dec 8th, 2008
Grandparents have been on my mind a lot lately. We lived next door to my maternal grandmother until the early 1960s. She was devoted to my mother, my siblings and I, but critical of my dad. Living next door to a stern, critical mother-in-law is not my recommendation for a happy life. I never connected [...]