Oprah was right.
I've always been fascinated by human behavior. It's interesting to watch two people or a group of people interact with one another. The body language, facial expressions, even words chosen.
I recently returned from a trip to New York City. It was an amazing experience, an opportunity I could not pass up. I was invited to be one of the chaperones on the Oakdale High School Drama trip to NYC.
We're in it now… Swim season.
I recently came upon this quote from President John F. Kennedy, "As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them."
Here we are again… our graduation issue.
Happy Mother's Day.
If you are the parent of a school aged child, chances are you are … back to it.
I cannot say for certain, but I have a small hunch that I have just about worn out the 'Welcome' on the welcome mat outside of the Editor's door. At the very least, she may have my messages blocked from text reception (if there is such a feature).
I love to read.
I ran a Half Marathon.
Typically speaking words for my columns just come to me. Majority of the time I do little thinking, I just type.
Describing myself as a 'sports fan' would be a stretch. It is much more accurate to say I am a fan of athletes.
I'm an optimist.
This month marks one decade since I first strolled through the front door of the Oakdale Leader in hopes of acquiring a job. It's a story I have recounted and told numerous times, so I will spare you all the retelling of history.
I recently learned of a reader sharing their dissatisfaction with my column. After all, who really cares about my kids and what I have to share about them?
I really had hoped to not have to pen a column on this topic yet again this school year, but once again I'm faced with a frustration I know I am not alone in.
It's hard to believe, yet the time has passed and once again we (us parents) find ourselves amid yet another school year. This is indeed a momentous occasion in our small town of just over 20,000. Whether you are the parent of school aged children or not ... heed fair warning.
My twenties were not spent changing diapers, shopping for formula or even pushing a stroller. No, quite the opposite. My twenties looked exactly as I had envisioned as a young girl. They were spent completing college, working long hours and building my career. It all seemed perfect.
Children change us.
I'm training for a marathon.
I'm not one to sit quietly when it comes to something I love.
Oh, the joys of parenting and finding our way through traditions and guidelines. I must honestly say, it amazes me (frequently) how often I reflect back on my childhood as a Cliff Notes of sorts to parenting.
Today finalizes the annual celebration lovingly referred to in our household as "Christmas in June."
I did it. The thing I swore I would 'never' do. The purchase I 'swore' I would never make. Yep, I folded. The unthinkable. I did the unthinkable.
There should be a support group for people such as myself.
It's happening. The day I hoped would never come. The transition has begun.
Graduation season is once again here.
My column is a week late.
I'm still recovering from Boston.