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Three Under Four

I haven’t had to teach this week, which should mean that I have all sorts of scintillating news about what the Weems have been up to or a plethora of poems for the coming spring. Pffffttt…. We stayed home. The kids worked on school. We went to the zoo one morning. I...

Happy Birthday to Mom

Happy birthday to my Momma. Here she is with my grandmothers (and me!) in 1974. She can destroy me in Monopoly. She crosses the continent like she was crossing the street to see us. She is an amazing mom, teacher, and friend. Love you, Mom! Have a great...

True Love

I’ve had the same valentine for sixteen years. Against all odds, we keep choosing each other day after day, month after month, year after year. My heart is heavy for friends who are alone again this year- some have not found a valentine who stays, some have lost a...

On Leaving Preschoolerdom

Some people are born to work with preschoolers. I am not one of those people. My baby turned five in January. He’ll be in kindergarten this fall. I am fighting fewer fits and accidents, he can dress himself, and we’re leaving a realm we have been in for over ten...

The Antidote to Should

Does “should” chase you? It’s been chasing me this week. You know, I should be writing, I should be running, I should be grading. I should be hugging my kids instead of haranguing them about why there should NOT be green smoothie seeping out of the blender into the...

Snow Day

On many a winter snowy morning, my sister and I would huddle next to the radio at six a.m. waiting for precious words of liberation.  Mr. Robertson, the radio personality, would drag through what song he’d played, the station jingle, and the weather report, “Still...