“We live in Utah, we don’t ski moguls,” my friend Marc told me. I looked at him with complete incredulity. “You don’t ski moguls?” I repeated quite slowly to make sure I had understood him correctly. “No, we don’t ski moguls,” he repeated. “We usually get so much snow that it covers up the moguls.” […]
The school year is coming to a close and the long hot days of summer are on the horizon. Recently, I found this post that I had written in 2009, but never published. In honor of the end of school and with a hearty thank you to the teachers that have made such a difference […]
It is good to know what you like and what you don’t. Not only is it good, but it is also liberating. Then it hit me. This liberating idea, the idea that one can choose with whom and how to spend one’s time, is the exact opposite of what most of us teach our children.
Sometimes your kids bring home schoolwork that speaks volumes about them. It tells you something they would never tell you themselves. When I read these essays or poems, or look at a painting or drawing, my heart fills up with gratitude for the educators in their lives who can help them bring out their inner person. Or, in the case of our oldest son, his inner skier. Thank you, and welcome back to school.