I don’t receive too many updates on Michael, our collegiate sophomore. Honestly, I have few specifics regarding his academic performance. And he doesn’t send pictures of himself studying or in class.
But when the University sent us the tuition bill for his second year, I figured he must have passed his freshman year.
Read More »Our daughter Veronica, affectionately known to us as Rocky, joined her high school swimming team this year, as a sophomore who’s never completed a lap outside a YMCA swimming lesson.
She’s the worst swimmer on the team. And it doesn’t bother her one bit.
Read More »I’m behind on writing this post. Truth be told, I’ve had significant writer’s block regarding this particular story.
Or perhaps it’s something more. Something that tugs at a mother’s heart strings. Because our oldest graduated college. And the finality hits hard as the rest of her life awaits.
Read More »This is a completely random post.
But Greta and Michael did something completely random this week. Never underestimate what college students will do to avoid studying for finals.
Read More »Growing up, we did not allow our son Michael to play flag or tackle football. Sam and I were concerned about the possibility of a debilitating head injury.
So when he arrived at college, Michael immediately joined the Notre Dame Boxing Club.
Touché.
Read More »We have finished another round of Parent Teacher Conferences. Or our annual parenting review as Sam once called them. The kids are doing well and we’re grateful that they’ve been in school full-time this year.
Honestly, the sessions were a little boring. Which is great. Far better than the alternative. I can only remember one contentious conference, when I went toe-to-toe with a Dominican nun and held my ground. But nothing will ever compare with the conference we had with Michael’s Kindergarten teacher. Back in 2008. With the great Patti Jo Ruskin.
Read More »Last weekend, Mary Frances and I enjoyed the State Fair. She took her 4H Photography project and competed in the Digital Editing division.
We made the most of our day. And the most of the fair.
Read More »I haven’t been able to post as much recently. And many of you kindly drop me emails, texts, and comments asking how our family is coping with our precious little Becky.
Well, consider the following words that I have actually spoken during the last two weeks.
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The Refillable Glass 