Oh shit: I really am old enough to have a teenager

When you're in the mix of diapers and tantrums and first grade plays and Toothfairy charades, you really can't envision your children as teenagers. We get caught up in the thick of life in the moment — as it should be — and it seems impossible to envision our kids as these independent, intellectually expressive beings.


Six tips for creating awesome care-packages for children away from home

While I was growing up, I spent a lot of time away from home. I can tell you now, whether I was away for school, camp, high school summer jobs or even when I moved on to university, nothing helped my homesickness and general well-being better than when I received a care package from home. I was recently helping a friend put together a package for her high school aged child studying abroad when I realized that not everyone was in situations growing up where they were receiving care-packages.


A Pi Day bonus: one teacher's thoughts on why math matters

"You'll need it to balance your checkbook" or "What if you wanted to re-paint a room of your house?" are phrases that we would often hear repeated to us when we asked "Why we will ever need any of this math?". While these uses are just as relevant as ever, these answers not only leave today's learners unsatisfied, but also do not address the essential needs of math in today's working world. As parents and caretakers, we should be careful to not confuse arithmetic with Mathematics.


It's Pi Day! Let's talk about how awesome math is for your kids

Growing up I was totally one of those kids that read early, talked early, all that jazz — but hated math. I can't even pretend that I just strongly disliked it, as my feelings were those of straight-up loathing. If I have to place the beginning of this hate-hate relationship, I can safely say it started when I got my first B in sixth grade in algebra.


Losing a sibling as a teen changed my feelings about parenthood

My thoughts about parenting have generally existed in a continuum that ranges from, "I definitely don't want kids" to "Kids seem like this fantasy thing" all the way to "If I have kids, I'll do this …" But no where in those ricocheting and often short-lived conceptions of potential parenting has there ever been a moment where I've thought, "Yes, I'll have kids." Mostly, I've been wading about in the gray for a long time. And for the most part, the question-and-answer game of my parenting or non-parenting future exists in a way that is anxious, but non-pressing. And a great deal of it, I now realize, stems from my most well-known observations of parenting, a lifetime spent watching my own amazing, instinctive, and infinitely nurturing mother raise her two children, and then watching her lose and grieve one.