My oldest boy is learning to write. He can’t quite get those tricky w’s, and he writes his sixes backwards. Right now, he loves homework. I mean not just a little, when he’s sent home with an assignment, it’s like Christmas morning for this kid. He cries if we can’t make it to a school… Read More Passing Penmanship
I met my new best friend today. No, it’s not a giant can of spam. She doesn’t even eat faux meat. At least I don’t envision she does. See, we haven’t actually met…yet.
April is National Poetry Month. I’ve decided to celebrate by sharing the first poem I ever wrote…many…many moons ago.
Like most moms, I spend a lot of time reading children’s books. Every night we glide through sleepy rhythmic cadences, while smirking at the hidden educational lessons masked as silly little rhymes. But every once in a while, a book comes along that makes me wish my vocal chords had been severed.
