Are We There Yet?

Are We There Yet?

Barbie (finally) gets a body makeover

My daughter’s social studies teacher — an obviously brilliant former journalist — asks his students to take turns preparing newscasts for the class.

The kids peruse headlines in the newspaper or on the web and give a brief report, to expand their knowledge of the world.

Lockers, coats get cold shoulder in high school

Click here to watch a video of Urbana High students explaining their aversion to coats and lockers.

 

It was 7 degrees the other day when I drove by a local high school, watching scores of students hurry into the building with no coats.

Star Wars, the Nutcracker and my incomplete Christmas list

I have many failings as a mother, and my deteriorating memory is high on the list. Especially during the Christmas crazy.

Like many parents, we have a tradition of buying our children ornaments every Christmas, starting with the year they were born.

A giant Frosty, Hanukkah candles and Kwanzaa

I remember the day well.

Rushing to my son’s first elementary school holiday sing-along — late as usual — I rounded the corner and came face to face with a 6-foot snowman.

He had the corncob pipe and old silk hat, but this Frosty wasn’t made of snow. And the eyes peering out definitely resembled those of a certain South Side Elementary School dad.

Why can't it be the ginkgo?

My relationship with trees is complicated. Sort of the love-hate variety.

Love the canopy of shade in the summer. Hate that the grass won’t grow.

Don't be a 'digital hoarder'

Saturday was an organized day. Or at least it started out that way.

We’d recently cleared away the debris from the horizontal surfaces around the house in anticipation of out-of-town guests. The time was ripe to take the next step: get rid of the stuff that was shoved into the garage as a result.

On the safe side

Watch a video of Principal/crossing guard Angie Schoonover in action.

Champaign doesn’t really have a rush hour. It’s more of a rush quarter-hour.

But on weekday mornings it happens to coincide with the time lots of kids are headed to school.

On the generational front line

No matter how old we are, no matter how much we expected it, we’re never quite prepared to lose our parents.

My friends and I are at the age where it’s a common occurrence. Suddenly we’re the ones on the generational front line, without the emotional backup we’ve had since we were kids.

Sometimes you have to take a stand - even at McDonald's

Note: This column appeared in the Sept. 1 News-Gazette.

Dear McDonald’s worker,

I feel I owe you an explanation.

I could tell by the look on your face that you were a bit taken aback when I came in for my missing Filet-o-Fish the other day.

You see, your nice friends in the drive-through had given me one of my sandwiches, but not the other one.

Soccer mom, stage mom — it’s a learning experience

We parents wear many hats.

We chauffeur. We teach. We cook. We launder.

We are also activity directors. Each season we plot out our kids’ extracurriculars and calculate how the practice schedules may or may not fit into our own lives.

And with that role comes another responsibility: parent volunteer. I have to say my record in this area is somewhat checkered.