Monday, August 21, 2017

Education & Family

Saturday, August 30, 2014

An old show business saying states that "It's not over until the fat lady sings." There can be a few different interpretations of that statement, but the one I choose to use is this: This fat lady is singing. My time as a newspaper columnist is over.

Yes, I tried everything to keep writing. No, it hasn't worked. The Dragon works a little, but it has become increasingly difficult for me to correct words using the program. I have knocked out entire columns after meticulously preparing them for publication.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Dear Dr. Smith,

Our daughter is going steady with a young man. They are both juniors in college, get good grades, and plan to spend the rest of their life together.

My husband and I have a few concerns about the relationship. Some of the concerns deal with their youth and lack of practical knowledge about the world. They both have part-time jobs but can't seem to save any money. They have big dreams but aren't building a foundation for those dreams.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

A dear childhood friend of mine reminded me of all the fun we used to have together. We were blessed with a childhood that was full of exciting playtimes, imaginative experiences and creative games.

Looking back on those days, it is obvious that our childhood took place in a vastly different time. In today's world, most children are slaves to technology. If they aren't playing a video game, they are knee-deep into their iPads or hand-held games.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

TV newscasters have lately been accusing certain Americans of being "wusses" and "wimps." This name-calling attitude started when a high school ordered its students to stop wearing T-shirts or sweatshirts with the name of the college they plan to attend.

Apparently, seniors who found out that they were accepted at Harvard or Yale or another well-respected school were going online and purchasing shirts from their "soon-to-be" place of education and wearing those shirts to class.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Let me start out by saying this no one is perfect.

However, some parents would take issue with that remark. They have honestly convinced themselves that their offspring are perfect.

A reader recently wrote this to me "I am so tired of listening to parents tell me that their child is gifted. There can't be that many gifted children in this world."

Dear reader, there is a method for identifying gifted children. It takes a professional using a battery of tests to determine "giftedness." Just because a parent thinks her little darling is gifted doesn't make it so.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

I'm sure you have heard of the "singing bears." They are adorable stuffed bears that have songs embedded in them, along with some form of movement.

My favorite singing bear is named "Hope." She wears a pink turban, a pink cloak and carries a red rose. She was created in honor of women who have breast cancer.

Hope sings "I Hope You Dance," a beautiful song that contains the phrase "I hope you never lose your sense of wonder."

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Some of my past columns deserve to be resurrected. One of my readers recently wrote to tell me that she keeps one of the columns tacked up on her kitchen bulletin board.

She told me that "Summer Brain Rot" was her favorite column. It prompted her to turn off the television and engage her two children in meaningful summer activities.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

On June 21st, I will celebrate "the longest day" the same way I do every year. I try to stay awake until the sun goes down.

That's not normally a hard thing to do. During the winter months, I can go to bed at 6:30 if I choose. It gets dark before then.

But, in June, the sun is persistent. It hangs around almost until 9 o'clock. And, I try mightily hard to keep my eyes open that long.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

The three Wells Sisters were very lucky to be born to our parents. Virginia Mandracia and Robert Wells were great people. They created a safe, secure, comfortable world for us. We grew up knowing that we were loved.

I guess I first realized how lucky we were when I heard stories from my school friends about their parents. In the 1940s and '50s, it was not common for kids to complain about their parents. Most of the time, my friends just hinted at their home life.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

I receive quite a few emails from readers. Some folks send me funny stories and reprinted articles. I'm sure they think that I can use them in this column.

But most of the time, I can't. Copyright laws prohibit it.

Once in a while, an article will cross my desk that says "Use me! Use me!" I feel lucky when the article is attributed to someone who doesn't mind it being reprinted.

My college roommate Bonnie recently sent me such an article. I want to share it with my readers, since it made me laugh out loud. Everyone can use a laugh, right?