Oh, I am so all for it! Not often, but I do contemplate ways to embarrass my kid for my own personal entertainment! Sad but true. I find that giving your kids a small dose of embarrassment will help them later in life. I did not say “scar” them, but a little “dabble “of not … Continue reading Embarrassing Your Children
When I was growing up in the South, my parents worked at least two jobs each. This meant that we ate out a lot! Also, my mother always said that she was “allergic” to cooking! My dad was always too tired to cook. Back then, eating out was not as expensive as it is today. … Continue reading Styrofoam Poisoning
I grew up in the South, outside of Atlanta. I attended several public elementary schools and a public high school. We were expected to show respect to our teachers. This was a rule and not a suggestion. Progress reports were sent home weekly and included a report about our behavior in classroom. For those of … Continue reading What Happened to Respect for Our Teachers in the Classroom?
Awe, snap! My daughter asked me this question recently. I knew this question was coming, but she is only nine years old! I thought I had more time to come up with some answers for this, barring the truth, I mean. It felt like I was having a “pop quiz” that I had failed to … Continue reading “Mommy, Wear Do Babies Come From?”
When I was growing up in the South in Georgia, we would borrow just about anything such as tools, dishes, cars, etc. Instead of buying a whole bunch of stuff you would rarely use, we would locate someone in the neighborhood that might have what we needed for a short time. In true Southern fashion, … Continue reading Borrowing Things from People from the South
I have spoken out about this before, but it seems it needs to be “re-visited.” Our kids’ brains are going to “mush” with all the lack of opportunity for real imagination and creativity time. Most people I know have kids that not only have school activities, but multiple after school activities. When do kids get … Continue reading Our Kids Are “Dying on the Vine”, Even in the South
I was around 13 years old when I met him. My memory does not serve me well these days. However, my heart seems to remember him vividly. My brain does not recall all of the details, but my heart was forever “stamped” with the idea of him. Awe, how cute. He was my first real … Continue reading How Do You Mend a 15-Year-Old Girl’s Broken Heart?