Lost Faith in the Future? Spend a Day in High School

Five minutes of watching the news and you will wonder how the world, how mankind, and all of humanity is going to survive. We are told our young people are all into crime, gang violence, are depressed,  or addicted to prescription drugs or the internet.  They are spoiled, coddled, and have no work ethic....more

How Apple Turned Me Into The Blogging Equivalent of a Hooker

I will be the first to admit that I'm a geek when it comes to technology and love to have the latest and greatest. I never actually GET the latest and greatest, but it is nice to dream.My 12 year old son, Tre, is the same way. His love of technology comes from his sister, who is an #AppleGirl all the way. He has been after me for the past five months for an iPhone or an iPod Touch 5. Today, his older brother came home with an iPod Touch that one of his friends just gave to him.The theatrics that ensued were Oscar nomination worthy. ...more

5 Habits for Homework Success

Don't Let The Homework Blues Get You DownPhoto credit: Cayusa / CC BY-NC...more

Hash Pipes and Ass Wipes

(I do not have permission to use this photo. However I feel that if Weezer took the time to get to know me, they would think I am amazing and be totally OK with this. If I'm wrong, guess what... Weezer would still have contacted me. Win/Win.)...more
KnowWhatlMean Perfecto! You get it!!!! Thank you! The amusing part is this.... my kids are ...more

To Drive or to Teach Responsibility: A Quandary

When my oldest was 15 (before she could drive) she had a bit of an issue. You see, it was the week of basketball tryouts, every day from 3:30-5:30. However, the Tuesday of basketball tryouts was Election Day. The kids were off from schools because many schools in our little burg are used as polling places.  I work in town, the husband works in DC.  Yes, that's right, somehow the kids are supposed to find a way to school at 3:30 in the afternoon, despite many of them coming from two-income households....more
Dumbass News AMEN!! I worked at the casino about 10 miles from home prior to this job here in my ...more

Dear Younger Self

Dear Younger Kristine,I’m here to tell you not to worry about a thing. That everything little thing will be alright.(Yes, just like the Bob Marley song.)I know it’s hard to hear, especially when those two neighborhood girls are walking past your window, making fun of you, screaming curse words at you for no reason. I know your confused. You are only in 6th grade. Try to ignore them. They are not your friends. They are bullies. You will never forget how they made you feel, and you will never be friends with them again....more

Borrowing Trouble

It occurred to me this morning that I've spent much of the last three weeks borrowing trouble. I am feeling a little frantic, fairly depleted, and terrifically confused and I have brought it all on myself. ...more

5 Things Your High School Freshman Wants You to Know

A few weeks ago, on our last summer afternoon, my girls and I escaped the heat by heading to our local movie theater. As we stood waiting in line at the snack counter, my soon-to-be freshman took hold of her younger sister’s wheelchair, took the movie tickets from my hand, and called over her shoulder, “I got Zoe, Mom, we’ll go grab our seats.” ...more
A great list, but I have and will again take away my teen's phone if they are using it ...more

Why I stayed and why I left: A not so sweet 16

I was 16 and he was the first boy to ever show any real interest in me. I was flattered and excited. Even though we were in the same high school and had a class or two together, we never really talked much until the night of a mutual friend’s sweet sixteen party.The party was held at a local hall that hosted weddings and proms. My mom had taken me shopping for a dress and I found a wonderful red velour dress that made me feel special. We couldn’t believe our luck when we noticed the price tag, $9.99, which was a bargain even in the 70s....more

Savor (almost) every moment

Imagine the Air Jordan logo. Now imagine it rotated 90 degrees to the right. That was me standing in front of the blackberry bush, except I wasn’t doing anything with a basketball. I was reaching to pick berries from a cluster on an out-of-the-way branch, bracing myself against the barbs that threatened to disrupt my almost-precarious balance, lest I drop the container of already-picked berries that I held in my other outstretched hand. The sweet smell of the leaves and grasses and marshy foliage reminded me of picking blackberries during my childhood....more