“Hey, what are we doing today?” one of my eighth grade boys asked as he flew through the door. His question out-trumped the usual “Are we doing ANYTHING today?” so I answered quickly. “A grammar lesson.” He skidded on his Nikes, widened his big brown eyes, and slowly asked, “A gramma lesson???” Because I’ve taught […]
Who knew that in my sixties, I’d be simultaneously dealing with adolescent angst, adult children, and elder care? Days, I teach middle level students to read and write. Nights and weekends, I often spend with my father and mother who live in separate facilities in separate towns. My two siblings and I collaborate to ensure our parents’ quality care, which requires patience, vigilance, and constant advocacy. In the midst of all this, I lean on my husband, a retired educator, to keep me sane and happy.