Because I have written about scholarships in the past, I have one or two organizations contact me every year to promote their contests. I am glad to help these folks out.
AlcoRehab.org, is sponsoring an alcohol awareness essay contest. The winner receives a scholarship (not sure how much) and the deadline is February 17, 2017. Essays are judged based on their originality and content. https://alcorehab.org/scholarship/
Another scholarship is The Runnerclick Sports & Academic Scholarship Program, which was recently launched.
There are two kinds of grandparents, someone said, the lonely and the tired. Mom Dot, who turns 90 today, is part of the latter group.
Captain Fun and I married when we were just 20 and 21, and Mom Dot gave me her stamp of approval right from the start. I had had my eye on him for over a year, in fact, and it was at her suggestion that he finally called and asked me out. I owe her for that one.
I remember when we found out we were expecting our first child just a few months after we were married.
and Dorothy made their Virginia debut this weekend at Broken Leg Theater’s
Wonka Jr. They are my little Oompa
Loompas. It has been a terrific
experience. Bravo, Broken Leg Theater! (www.brokenlegtheater.org)
Over the eight weeks of rehearsals, I concluded that the Oompa Loompa way of thinking is spot on, for each time they were on stage they offered a nugget of truth.
Concentrate on self control (Augustus Gloop had zero) and not self esteem.
I was doing my usual Saturday morning routine of cleaning everything in sight. With toilet brush in hand, I heard the familiar request.
"Play with us, Mom. You can be the General."
Sigh. "I can't. I am cleaning the bathrooms." Cory and Silas, in the middle of a game of battle, knew it was futile to ask again. Especially on Saturday morning.
As I swished the Comet around the toilet, an idea struck. I stepped out of the upstairs bathroom and peered over the railing, searching for my two little soldiers.
Maybe it's because Halloween is almost upon us that I have monsters on my mind. Perhaps you have seen one in the grocery store, the mall, or (as we all have occasionally) lurking about in your own home.
Whether you have one or ten kids, parenting is exhausting. It is a full time job about which you must be relentless. But in case you're feeling too weary for the task, here is my recipe for creating your own little monster.