New Year’s Revolutions

When I was a young girl, knee socks and Easter dress young, confessing my grade school sins to Father Gilmartin was a regular part of my religious education. As an eight-year-old, my sins were pretty tame–more lying to my mother than coveting my neighbor’s cattle. Later I would wonder if worshiping at the false altar…

An Apple a Day (My Love/Hate Affair with Technology)

As a parent, there’s nothing I like better than a good black and white moral conundrum. In our house we call them Berenstain Bear moments, and just like Mama Bear, there is nothing I like better than a story with a glaringly obvious life lesson, an open/shut case of right vs. wrong all tied up…

It’s the end of the world as we know it

“When I was young….” To my utter horror, I have been starting sentences this way. The most recent was a fight with my 8.5 year-old who wanted to do homework research on the iPad, more specifically on Netflix.  I balked.  Though I’m sure he could have found any number of interesting, educational, and informative programs…