What I Need My High Schooler to Know

Dear Son, High school’s sure changed a lot in the last thirty years. Back then I used to think programming the Commodore 64 to scroll my name in a loop was a big deal…but I have a feeling the important bits haven’t changed that much. Some stuff is definitely harder (the omnipresence of social media),…

To the Girls Who Shared Their Aqua Net With Me

For the past few summers, I’ve been getting together with a small group of friends from high school. Each year we seem to add a friend or two, like charms to a bracelet. And though it’s been nearly thirty years since we threw our mortar boards into a cloudy, June sky, it’s easy to slip back into a friendship…

It Only Takes One to Make a Difference

This weekend I saw an obituary notice for Ernestine M. Tulumello, fondly regarded by fourth graders at Stall Brook Elementary School as Mrs. T.  As decades worth of her students reminisced and remembered her on Facebook, I was reminded of the many reasons why, as a teacher, she was so loved. We’ve all had teachers…

Divine Secrets of the Punk Rock Sisterhood, Part II

This is part II of a two part post.  You can read Part I here:  Divine Secrets of  the Punk Rock Sisterhood, Part I Heather and I both dropped out of University after our freshman year.  We had our own reasons.  Mine were financial, hers were not.  Though fractures had started to crack the surface…