It’s our last full day in Denmark, so we decided to spend it together at Funen Village, which is a totally awesome place that is part museum, part farm, part play place. It takes you from house to house through old farms set in Funen 150 to 200 years ago. There were farmhouses, barns, … Continue reading Day 13 – Fun in Funen
Today we went to the farmers’ market here in Odense. It’s only a few blocks from where we’re staying, but it was a cold and rainy day. Normally, that would make the trip seem like a hassle, but it didn’t seem to bother anyone else in Denmark, so it didn’t bother us, either. I guess … Continue reading Day 12 – Farm to Fork – Fresh from Odense
I’ve been watching the allegations against “America’s Dad,” Bill Cosby, as one after another woman comes forward with claims that Mr. Cosby drugged and sexually assaulted them. Comments on news stories and throughout social media run deep from one of the kinder terms for the alleged victims, “whimpering strumpets,” to those who find that Mr. … Continue reading In Defense of the “Whimpering Strumpets”
Elementary school teachers are typically creative, caring, and committed to using every crayon in the box to help ensure that their young pupils learn the basics of reading, math, English, and science. My friend, Fifi, is that teacher you always remember – the one who crawls around on the floor with the blocks, sings valiantly … Continue reading Metamorphosis 2.0 – Teachable Moments in Monarchs and Menopause
Mea Culpa – Lord Have Mercy! I’m sorry. The literal translation of the Latin phrase “mea culpa” is “through my fault,” a genuine acknowledgement of one’s error or fault. The act of saying it is called an apology. Doesn’t it somehow seem a bit ironic then, that apology, a word of Greek origin, can seem … Continue reading Mea Culpa – Lord Have Mercy!
When I was just a girl, I used to look for the first star every night to make my solemn wish. From outside the living room window or on the front sidewalk of apartment B-4 at Sherbrook Apartments, I would cast my gaze heavenward and dream aloud the wishing star mantra, “Starlight, star bright, first … Continue reading Using My Words, Finding My Voice, and Wishing on a Star
The first time Donner died, it was in my arms and I watched the color and life drain from her face as her body tried to let go. It was traumatic and terrible, and there was little I could do but clutch her purse to my heart after it … Continue reading Donner – The Guardian Angel of Slim-Fast & Cigarettes