I have always wanted to be a travel writer. Doesn't everybody?
I remember years ago when I attended a writer's conference with a wonderful friend and editor.
A Chamber of Commerce rep was showing us around the city--and by that I mean lunch, coffee and tickets to a MLB game. Curious, I leaned over to her at some point and asked, "Exactly what kind of people do you try to connect with in your job?"
"Writers like yourself," she said.
Getting a scholarship is exciting, but winning one does require work.
If your high school student needs some traction to search for and win scholarships, point him in the direction of the Scholarship Diva, whose son has just been named one of the recipients of the Truman Scholarship. Impressive stuff.
Let your kids know it is not out of reach for them. Help them explore scholarship possibilities, and remind them what Henry David Thoreau said: Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.
Our son, Ben, graduated from the West Point Prep School last weekend (USMAPS).
Being the practical mom that I am, I am inclined to hop in the car with the Captain for a simple trip where just the two of us run up to attend the festivities and bring him home. But, as his nickname implies, Captain Fun wanted to take the crew along. (Family fun would be scarce without him, I know.)
We took all who were available and could afford to miss a few days of school--the four youngest kids and Grandma.
I can't stop talking about it. I called my sisters. I called my friends. I Facebooked it, Tweeted it, and told anyone who would listen. I was just barely able to resist putting the news on my Linked In page, which seemed a bit unprofessional.
I started changing diapers in 1987. And this is 2015.
Twenty. Eight. Years.
Done. With. Diapers.
As you know, my husband and I have chosen to accept all the children the Lord sends. Consequently, we have had constant simultaneous seasons at our house all these years, each requiring a sense of humor.
Today is Silas' 8th birthday and Mom Dot, at age 88, recalled (completely from memory, I might add) a poem she wrote many years ago for another little boy's birthday. You will see, it is a perfect fit.
Eight years ago today
A mighty hero came our way
With fist tight-clenched
And face of red
"I'll take you on, old world,"
Through the years
He has kept his vow.
Though sometimes ill, often afraid
He seldom faltered, never swayed.
We know that in the years to come