growing older
On Selective Remembering
I love that my son is growing older, growing into the person he will one day become more fully. But there are some things I miss: like our Vulcan mind-meld moments….
Back in 1985
In my last post, I wrote about my nephew, Alec, and how he delivered the commencement speech at his high school graduation. As I sat waiting inside the local college field house, miles away from the actual school my nephew attended, I couldn’t help but think about my own graduation back in 1985….
A Commencement Speech by Alec Jacobson
Recently, my super cool, crazy smart nephew was selected by his peers to deliver the commencement speech at his high school graduation which took place this past Sunday, June 25, 2011….
Lessons From Eight Junes
June is definitely a time for endings and beginnings. Proms. Graduations. Weddings. New jobs. It got me thinking about all the Junes in my life. My parents started their married life together on June 23, 1963. My son will become a bar-mitzvah next June. One of my grandmothers died in June. And one of my friends, too. I tried to think about some significant Junes in my life, and this is what was born….
Prom Gen iY: Same Thing, Just Better Dresses
Recently, my family was chomping on chunks of bread at Outback Steakhouse, a place we often go after I announce that I didn’t make it to the grocery store. As I sat in my old jeans, the thick, pine doors parted and in paraded boys wearing tuxedos with cummerbunds flanked by girls in fancy dresses with sparkles and sequins. I was bedazzled and instantly transported back to the mid-1980s. To my own school formals….
Lessons From Fictional Mothers: A Guest Post From Julie Gardner
When she posted a comment on May 13, 2011 at 5:21 PM, the fabulous Julie C. Gardner became the winner of my extra-secret-super-stealth-mode-one-year-blogoversary-contest. I am honored to have her writing on my blog today. Best. Gift. Ever….
Only The Names Have Changed
June is a month to reminisce. I decided to challenge myself to think about the very first memory I could recall from kindergarten through 12th grade. And while I have changed the names, the facts are true….
In Praise of the Pencil
A few weeks back, Monkey came home in a tizzy. “I’m out of pencils again,” he announced. Nonplussed, I told him there were under three weeks of school left and that I was pretty sure he could make-do with his nubs until June 20. He started at me with contempt. “Are you serious?” he questioned. “I have exams! I need pencils! Ticonderogas. Now!”…
Class Pictures: The Aftermath
Yesterday for School Photo Day, I wrote about how I was voted “Class Flirt” my Senior year in high school. A few hours after my pictures went live, Monsieur Flirt contacted me. …
Lessons From School Picture Day
It’s School Picture Week on the Blogosphere. A bunch of us have coughed up some old pictures and stories to go along with them. Check out what I did to my senior picture and find out what Senior Superlative I got in high school….