On the Fence – Friday Fictioneers

It's time for Friday Fictioneers. Many thanks to wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for leading the Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. This week's photo was contributed by David Stewart. Be sure to stop by and read his tear-jerker. 🙂 The school-to-prison pipeline was coined to describe how … Continue reading On the Fence – Friday Fictioneers

Down the Rabbit Hole – Friday Fictioneers

It's time for Friday Fictioneers, where writers from all over the globe face a challenge to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Sorry, so late again this week. I was having a hard time pinning down a story and finally decided on something close to home. I had been working at a … Continue reading Down the Rabbit Hole – Friday Fictioneers

School Days, Sharp and Ready

My newly appointed middle-schooler asked me if he could have $50 as a going-to-school present. Excuse me? Is this the latest? I've heard of gifts and wads of money being thrown into the air to celebrate the end of school, for good grades and graduation. I usually celebrate with smiles, hugs, and pats on the back. For … Continue reading School Days, Sharp and Ready

Write Like No One Is Reading

My seven-year-old son, Skyler, has a behavioral chart at school. The main obstacle to achieving four stickers, the highest level of success, has been narrowed down to mostly one thing, completing his journal. He either doesn't write in the journal or doesn't read the journal out loud to the class when requested. I've felt bewildered … Continue reading Write Like No One Is Reading

A Foggy, Uncomfortable Place

It could be the upcoming change in seasons, but lately I've experienced a series of disturbing events that make easing into a purposeful post difficult. Instead you get to feel uncomfortable with me. Obviously, what I need is a sanctuary. I'd even settle for a tree house. Dear reader, I'll just get to the point. … Continue reading A Foggy, Uncomfortable Place

They Can’t Take My Kiss Away

Last week at my sons' elementary school, a teacher informed me I could not stand in front of my child's classroom before school during the drop off. "No parents in the corridor," exclaimed the teacher in my general direction. Really? Am I the enemy now? Throughout the year, I have let of number of things … Continue reading They Can’t Take My Kiss Away