Back to Kindergarten
I spend a little time in his dual-language school each week, as much to share the love of reading as to show there are people in our community who care about him and his family.
I spend a little time in his dual-language school each week, as much to share the love of reading as to show there are people in our community who care about him and his family.
I don’t like to talk about my pain. Physical pain.
She is only 5 years old. Her tiny brown fingers were fidgety as she said “My daddy got arrested. He’s in Guatemala.”
Some days, the unplanned turns into the meant-to-be, with connections woven through the fabric of hours. Unexpected meaningful conversations pull me deeper into my thoughts through the day.
The coffee, and especially the kindness, brightened my morning and my time in that waiting room.
Indeed, we were going to the principal’s office! It wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. This school and this principal are special.
We were all just people there. June may be Pride Month, but pride and support are year-round.
Just after noon, I found myself being sworn in to a jury panel for the first time. For an expected 3 -4-day trial. We all groaned a little when we heard that.
The counselors and volunteers who work directly with the children do amazing and heartfelt things to help these children grieve and grow.
The first of the year brought a stack of new books to enjoy, along with anticipation of new releases. But how is it already April, and I've read those and more? Guess I have to wait until my birthday and Mother's Day for more. (Just kidding.)