Shhhhh, can you hear that? Listen closely. There it is. Hear it? ” Erica Marshall of muddyboots.org ” No? Don’t worry, I don’t hear anything either. You know
→Hard Things. For every person that list is full of things that include everything from surviving a childhood trauma to the simple act of saying no
→Just another mailing tube in a box full of mailing tubes – that’s what my master’s degree looks like today. I was digging through the basement
→The end of another school year is here. This particular end marks not just the end of my educational career, but also the end of
→It’s the eve of a family vacation. A vacation we’re taking both of the kids out of school for. See, each child has already had a
→Tuesday I volunteered in my daughter’s preschool classroom, three and just-turned-four year olds painting watercolor storms and building a man out of curved and straight wooden
→I caught him standing at the front door, looking out at the front yard with his little palms pressed against the cool glass. His breath like
→Would it be brazen to say that I don’t have regrets? I think back on my past and know that, surely, there must be something I
→It started slowly. Little things that on their own were nothing. Transitioning from four years in a Montessori classroom into a first grade class in our
→I have a friend who has two boys, ages 3 1/2 and nearly 2. Her first son has been attending preschool since he was 2 1/2
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