Where Are You Now

boys playing in a creek
photo credit: Sasin Tipchai

In Memory of Lance Paquette || September 5, 1975 - April 1, 1997
My sweet dark eyed boy tell me.
Where are you now?

ADHD

Boy playing jenga
Photo Credit: Michal Parzuchowski

There's a rumor going around that ADHD is madeup by Monsanto and big pharma. It could not be further from the truth. If you have a child who tries to climb the walls, you know that ADHD is a real and horrible condition. Those scoffers, who think they have a cannon in the fight against big pharma and big chemical companies, are in the wrong part of the battlefield.

It Would Be So Easy

Parenting is tough. Even when you don't have the answers, you have to pretend that you do.

Photo Credit: Ken Treloar

Activism: Walking the Walk

We are better than this

Picture credit: Pixabay

The Marjory Stoneman Douglas High students are reminding us that youth can speak to power, can foment change, and that it is a force to be reckoned with. These young survivors of the Parkland massacre bring firsthand authority to the gun debate and are showing the adult population how to solve problems.

Slow Down: Children at Play

toddlers playing

It is through play that we nurture our imagination, creativity, and ingenuity. If you give a child the opportunity to play, along with the playfulness, he will carry those characteristics into his adult life.



Looking Forward to Life

child looking forward to life

Too often, when they become adolescents, our children feel they must decide on what they want to be when they grow up. Adolescence is just too young for somebody to decide what they will do for a lifetime. Setting long-term goals at such a young age can hinder a young person's growth more than help it.



Sunday Drive

view through a car window

I walked away from driving about two years ago. I’ve never really enjoyed driving. I have always been a nervous driver, afraid that I will zig when a zag is called for. Several near misses during my driving days amplified that fear. I think the problem may have started on a Sunday drive.



Saving Blooper

The day was hot. August hot. The kind of hot when watery mirages shimmered in the road ahead. The kind of hot when the weight of the Chevy pushed new furrows into the worn asphalt that covered the country road.

When Baby Cries

Mother with crying baby

Babies cry for all sorts of reasons. Hunger. Thirst. Discomfort. Sometimes just to exercise their lungs. When we brought my first-born home, he cried almost constantly.



Favorite Child

heart pool

My young son asked, “Momma, who do you love more? Me or Nicki?” I had to think. I knew the stock answer was, “I love you both the same,” but I didn’t. I loved some qualities about him that she didn’t have and she had some lovable qualities that I didn’t see in him.

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