Keith Meacham’s 8-year-old daughter recently asked her a very good question about Women’s History Month (March, you know). In today’s post, Keith shares her answer – and what it means that her daughter asked. She finishes with some children’s book recommendations you’ll…
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Spring Break is all fun and games until one of the kids – your friend’s kid! the kid she trusted you with! – steps on a shard of glass poolside which lodges at a strange angle in her foot and…
Today, educator and YA author Lyn Fairchild Hawks recommends 9 thoughtful and provocative current YA reads. Why would your teen even think about picking one up otherwise? (For that matter, why would you?) Spring Break is right around the corner, and…
Today – in a time of national conversation about immigrant journeys – Grace Awh shares a remarkable work of history, Daughters of the Samurai: A Journey from East to West and Back, by Janice Nimura, then reflects on her own family’s journey…
The guys at construction school tease their classmate, Carrington Fox, about her cautious approach. “They’re already launching in with hammers, while I’m still double-checking Pythagorus,” she quips. Mary Raymond’s post on The Confidence Code got her thinking about that difference….
I ran into Monica McDougall at a party recently. “How are you? How are the kids?” I asked, expecting an enthusiastic response. “Normal,” she replied, with her lovely wry smile, a smile that conveyed the vagaries, hassles, worries, and aggravations of family…
You bring the coffee, I’ll bring the classic: today’s post is the first in an occasional series featuring vintage reads. Nichole Huseby begins the conversation with her lovely piece on The Optimist’s Daughter, by Eudora Welty, winner of the Pulitzer Prize…
Mixed feelings are so yesterday! Today, we preach. (Thank you, Niki Coffman, Lyn Fairchild Hawks, and Liza Graves.) From Niki Coffman: Two facts converged to influence my naming: I was born in 1984, and I was supposed to be a boy….
“I was something men and women could agree on. They didn’t like me in the same way, but they liked me with the same intensity, and were all fine with the other sex liking me, too. Isn’t that weird? Think…