When college students call from far, far away.
Grand Central Station and Apple Sharlotka
I’ve started to write. Repeatedly. Since this morning. I’m here (but I’m not), I’m typing (with interruptions), my mind is running through its series of checklists. It’s Grand Central Station, though it’s relatively quiet. There was music making into the night. There were assorted college kids who have come and gone. The car keys are […]
Reclaiming My Parental Rights… To Nights
Just say YES… to setting limits with teens and young adults.
Environmental Education
What sort of environment suits you? Do you function better in tranquil surroundings or do you thrive in commotion with a side serving of chaos? Are you academically oriented or athletic? Perhaps creativity is your thing, or you need a little of all of the above? Each of us prefers certain conditions and feels energized […]
Criss-Cross
“You’re where?” “Austin,” he says. I’m 1,000 miles from home with the headache from hell. I’m holding back a flood of tears over my younger son who is spending his first night in the dorm. In a new part of the country. In a new life. He’s fine, I know. But I’m a mess.
Looking Ahead to Goodbye
The realization that we are sending our kids off to college. Saying our goodbyes, tenderly.
First Impressions, College Capers
Do you need to be liked? If the answer is yes, join the crowd. Oh, most adults don’t need to be liked by everyone, but the younger we are, the wobblier that evolving self-image and the more important it is to feel liked. Remember high school? Exactly. Remember those first days at college? Tricky. At […]
The College Countdown
This past weekend, my morning reading brought me to a blog post on the New York Times, written by a high school senior, Michael Campbell, about his college search process. As he counts down to receiving decision letters, everywhere he goes he is asked “Where are you going to college?” And of course, it’s too […]
Hand wash
Teens, travel, laundry. Metaphors abound.
Weekend Update (Do You Know Where Your Children Are?)
“You’re going where?” I ask. “Brussels, Paris, then Rennes and maybe Brest,” he says. It’s my 18-year old on the phone from Europe. My son the factory worker, my son the office worker, my son the engineer-in-training, with a touch of mad scientist thrown in. Curious about everything. Vibrant and adventurous. My son, calling last […]