Seriously, Why Me?

Note to self: do not wear hoop earrings while attempting to teach preschoolers how to jump rope.  I nearly lost an earlobe yesterday—several times, actually—and our poor tropical bird mobile looks even worse than it did when I first found it tangled and forgotten about and shoved under a box several weeks ago. Why am…

Tchaikovsky Bites Again

After listing my reasons for purchasing an economy sized-nutcracker for my preschoolers earlier this week you’d think that I’d be particularly careful with the linchpin of my Tchaikovsky lesson plans.  You’d also think that think that after dating seventeen different men I’d have someone other than my mother offering to take me to The Nutcracker…

A Quaker Serial Dater?

Starting tomorrow, I will have approximately one hundred children under my care for the duration of the school year.  Although “After I Quit My Day Job” would suggest that I’m able to sustain myself solely though my writing, this is not exactly the case.  I have student loans, and I have to pay my own…