Flashback to fall, 1984: Benetton sweaters, braces, big hair and even bigger EG socks. I was twelve and in the seventh grade. It was my first year of junior high (we didn’t call it middle school). All the usual pre-teen insecurities and anxieties were multiplied because my school was actually a junior/senior high school, with grades 7-12 together…
Category: Girl Talk: Meet Me in the Ladies’ Room
The Dog Ate Your Homework? Lame. I Can Do One Better Than That …
We don’t have a dog so the old excuse, “The dog ate my homework!” isn’t an option for my kids. But that’s okay because my youngest found an even better excuse … “My mom burned my homework!” Yep, it’s true. A few weeks ago, I burned my third grader’s math folder and…