Music has played a significant part in the fabric of my life. In an odd way, I fully believe that music helps shape us.
There are many things which I truly love about being a parent to my two children.
October … where to begin? As I sit to pen my thoughts for this week's column, my head swarms with three primary thoughts: Breast Cancer Awareness, physical ability and Cancer Sucks.
I should have seen it coming.
Familiar faces will once again retire into the everyday life of our community. There is no question that the words 'You look so familiar,' will now haunt Connie and Mel Sanguinetti as they wait in line at the grocery store or sit in a corner booth waiting to eat lunch. If nothing else they're sure to be stopped by a parent or two stating 'We bought our bikes from you for years.'
The City of Oakdale is home to six separate public schools within the city limits, with an additional two in our rural areas. For those wondering we have four elementary, one Junior and one Senior High school in our town of just over 20,000 people (recorded in the July 2011 Census). Our two rural schools are K-8 campuses.
My frustration and disappointment is bubbling over a bit this morning, as I've just returned from dropping my children off at their elementary school. As a 'seasoned' parent however, I recognize it is only early September and some really great 'drop-off' material will find me in the coming weeks and months.
My kids are huggers. I share this with complete open and honest abandon because … I can.
I did it. You did it. We did it.
Just like any other business we here at the paper experience our fair amount of turnover or for some 'turn around.' A fair share of the staffers here (myself included) have departed from this building only to later return to its 122 S. Third Ave address. In all honesty ... It's just that good of a gig.
A question was recently posed to me by a friend, which I'd never really given much thought.
After 10-plus years of column writing, I must admit - at times it's tough to not be redundant.
My mother got her wish.
Confession: I am not a perfect mom.
This week's column was supposed to be about the topic of commitment. Not commitment in the way of relationships, but the struggle there seems to be with accepting an invitation.
Today marks my first day back in a place I left a decade ago. Just looking at that sentence causes me to pause in both amazement and disbelief.
There is very little I don't love about this job.
Parenting brings with it many milestones: first steps, first day of school, sleepovers, losing teeth, dates, driver's license, college choices, the list goes on.
When our children learn to ride a bike, shoot a basket or kick a goal they often fail – many times. Yet, as their parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents or loved ones we encourage them to try again. In some cases we require them to. Simply put we discourage them from giving up. We want them to succeed, to stick with it, quite simply to continue to try.
I often wonder how different the world would be if more people deferred from their 'calendar' long enough to change a life. Not just any life. Not a specific life with intended purpose, but someone random.
The title for this week's column is just about as basic as a writer can get. What I've come to learn more and more however is how one seemingly 'small' thing can be so much bigger once the dirt is unearthed.
Remember the Pen Pal? I believe it's back. The craziest part is that it has reappeared in the form many disregard as 'Facebook silliness.'
Somebody pinch me, 2014 has found us and to make matters even more crazy … it's the middle of January.
I love the magic of the Holiday season.
I believe stores should be closed on Thanksgiving.
I have a confession, which may make me less than popular with a few readers. My hope of course is that those affected or bothered don't take this out on my children and remember this is a 'grown-up' problem.
In the role of parent we are never void of the knowledge that eyes are always watching. Be it the eyes of our children, our peers, family or society at large. No parent is perfect and we all have our moments. 'Slips' happen, but if we are truly fortunate the 'eyes' bring it to our attention.
I'm a firm believer in the old adage of 'older and wiser.'
I did it. I accomplished a goal which once seemed inconceivable. A dream so big, I was once not brave enough to dream it.
On Sunday, October 20 dozens upon dozens of women from the tri-city area (Escalon, Oakdale and Riverbank) will flood the streets of San Francisco as participants of the 10th Annual Nike Women's Marathon benefitting the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society.