I reworked my recent blog entry a bit and submitted it to the Boston Herald for consideration as a letter to the editor and/or “As You Were Saying…” (which is what the Herald calls guest op-eds) column. Here’s the letter they published today: Good citizenship taught The school my wife and I chose for our… Read More »
The flood of news coverage about the suicide of Phoebe Prince has set me to thinking about what makes kids into bullies. My children attend JCDS, Boston’s Jewish Community Day School. Students at all academic levels are admitted to the school. JCDS is less concerned about intellect than about whether the student, and his or… Read More »
I share my home office with my kids, an unfortunate necessity in a house with five bedrooms, five children, and no dedicated office space (the “office” is actually one of the bedrooms). All the kids are fully aware of the “never, ever touch anything on Daddy’s desk” rule, but apparently the stuff on my desk… Read More »
http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/10/16/colorado.balloon.media.spotlight/index.html ’nuff said.
Mom: “No naps today. We have to pick up the older kids at school very soon!” Four-year-old: “I am just dying for a nap. I will have to take a very short one or I can’t go to pickup nicely at all.”
(I just sent this letter to Matt Fleury, the president and CEO of the Connecticut Science Center.) Mr. Fleury, On Friday, August 21, my family and I were “stranded” in Hartford for the weekend. We are observant Jews, and therefore riding in cars is forbidden to us during the Sabbath, from Friday evening through Saturday… Read More »
Later this summer, my soon-to-be-11 daughter will be having a sleepover party to celebrate her birthday. My wife wisely points out that allowing the girls to choose what movie to watch is guaranteed to produce winners and losers, so we’re going to pick the movie in advance. We’ve got some ideas, but I thought it… Read More »
When we last left our intrepid hero, he was walking away from the swingset after failing to secure a turn there for his child…. From the swingset I returned to “home base,” the bench next to which I had left our wagon upon arriving at the park. The wagon, with our coats and diaper bag… Read More »
So, there I was at the playground on Saturday with the three younger kids (1.5, 4, 6). I asked 1.5 if he wanted to swing in the baby swings and he gave me his customary affirmative grunt. So we walked over to the swings, which were both occupied by babies whose mothers were immersed in… Read More »