You don’t bring me flowers….

When I was in high school, one of the ways the Student Council raised money was by selling carnations.  You could buy a badly dyed flower for a dollar and send it to another student, either signed or anonymously.  At the end of the day you’d be sitting in history class and somewhere between the…

A Novel Idea

The catch phrase of the moment at school is ‘risk-taker’.  “Be a risk taker!”, they exclaim.  My kids are still young.  Being a risk taker usually involves trying a banana at snack time or attempting some long division.  But I like to think I encourage them to take risks in their every-day life, to try…

I feel witty, Oh so witty…

I am doing my utmost best to avoid baking anything for the bake sales, (I am writing!) and I am procrastinating to the nth degree in regard to ordering those Christmas gifts (I am knitting!).  Hi ho, hi ho, merrily along I go.  But already I can see my cunning and clever plan to avoid the…