Are We There Yet?
A good idea that actually took root several years ago at Garden Hills Elementary School continues to thrive.
I wrote two weeks ago about a “Gentleman’s Club” at the school intended to teach boys about manners, responsibility and giving back to the community.
Every Tuesday, more than two dozen boys dress in their Sunday best for lunch at Garden Hills Elementary School.
They give up recess to talk about manners, responsibility and giving back to the community.
In short, how to be a true gentleman.
And they like it.
Dinner at a restaurant is always an unpredictable adventure with kids.
But for parents of children with autism, it’s even more stressful.
Autism, a group of complex brain development disorders, frequently causes problems with communication or social interaction, as well as repetitive behaviors.
Some good news emerged recently from the annual report on the well-being of America’s children.
Teen pregnancy is down, continuing a long-term trend. Binge drinking among high school students has dropped. More children have health insurance, and the percentage of teens smoking is the lowest since 1980.
After hours of negotiations that rivaled the Paris peace talks, we recently upgraded our home wireless and satellite TV service — and managed to shave money off our monthly bill in the process.
I was feeling quite smug — who says tech is only for the young? — until it was time to come up with a security question for our account.
An elderly woman gets help with her groceries from a young stranger and his girlfriend.
A harried mom in line at the Starbucks drive-through learns that the college student in front of her has paid her bill.
A disheartened freshman struggling with college finds an upperclassman to lean on.
It was one of those sweet moments of childhood: my 5-year-old was giving me a Mommy makeover.
I sat in our living room “spa” while she brushed my hair, applied pretend lipstick and handed me some plastic jewels to wear. She stepped back to review her work, and smiled.
“You’re so pretty,” she said, as my heart melted.
Be sure to check out our tips from the experts below.
I see them at the dorms every August: the excited and nervous freshmen, the anxious and even more nervous parents, lugging pillows and towels and everything else they could cram into the car.
And I think: I’m so not ready for this.