Teaching My Kids To Fish

…give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fishand you feed him for a lifetime.** Sometimes in the dead dark of night I worry. I worry about a lot of the same things most mothers worry about. Whether I’ve peeled enough carrot sticks for lunch. Whether I’ve remembered to sign the field trip permission form. Whether I’ve forgotten some major life event my kids will be traumatized by me…

Stop the Madness

The local elementary school I attended as a child now sponsors “Walk to School Wednesdays.” If you would like your child to walk to school you merely need to sign up, pledge to have a parent or other adult chaperone, and endure the police escort. Apparently walking to school, something that we neighborhood kids did from the…

Flying Lessons

Last week, for the first time, my son balked at the mandatory “have a good day at school” kiss.  My first-born, my baby, my guy.  I watched him as he strolled off to hang out with his friends, an impossibly heavy backpack on those still narrow shoulders.  Nine and ten year-old boy bodies were draped…

In two straight lines in rain or shine

The water in Denmark is full of calcium.  But beyond the lime-scale, there seems to be something else in the water here.  Something that if I could isolate and bottle, I would be rich beyond measure.  I would be lauded and invited to appear on Oprah.  I could buy that pair of boots I am…