I talked last time about a piano student who caused me some frustration.Today I’ll talk about one who warms my teacherly heart. Lauren is much like I was at her age–very curious and enthusiastic and determined.She brought two songs she had written to her...
by: Michelle Loveless”Look Mom, the sky is pink!” my three-year-old says in wonder.But I am too busy obsessing–almost frantic–studying the tail lights in front of me. Tail lights. Clock. Long line.I grope behind my seat. Where is her backpack?...
When I was a teacher, I always started out parent-teacher conferences by asking the parents if they had any concerns that we needed to discuss. One such parent voiced one that I wasn’t expecting:”I’m concerned about my daughter’s tardy,”...
By: Shannon PopkinThis morning, when I went to wash out Cole’s thermos, I found that it was full. He hadn’t even eaten the healthy meat-and-potatoes lunch I packed yesterday, and now it had to be thrown out.So I lectured him about the price of beef these...
My friend’s son was a 9th grader when a girl suddenly began inserting herself into his life in a big way. She came to his games, invited herself over, sent him texts (lots of texts). She was everywhere. My friend became concerned by how much her son was enjoying...
Dear Tiny Paragraph Reader,Can I talk to you a sec? I just wanted to say thanks. You–a reader with access to the world wide web– obviously have a lot of other reading options. I’m happy to have you visit anytime, but if you’re someone who stops by...