I was going to write a post tonight about sensory issues. I can’t. I mean, I can, but my heart isn’t in it. Instead, my heart is aching after watching a portion of Greta Thunberg’s address to the U.N.
My oldest is pining after a marble track he saw at a local toy store. It’s infinitely better than any marble track he already owns, which is a considerable amount after the last few years of Christmas and birthday gifts.
Some things have happened over the last few weeks in my family that I’m not comfortable sharing in detail, but they’ve prompted this post. As my kids get older I’m finding the need to protect their privacy is more
You’ve probably already heard about the higher education scam where wealthy parents paid to cheat the system for their kids. In fact, you’ve probably heard so much about it that you’re both nauseated and bored with the details.
Language alert: this is me in my don’t care kind of mood. If swearing offends you this post isn’t your cup of tea. This is probably one of those posts where a certain percentage of my readers are