I truly hope I will never have to rely on this information myself ever again, but at least if I have to go through this again, I will grab the Safe4people kit, my Robi Comb and my flat-iron and get to work! Oh, the joys of Parenting!
Yes Black Girl, You Can Get Head Lice!
Every time there was an incident of head lice at either of my children's' schools, I would exhale a sigh of relief quietly boasting and feeling sorry for those "others" who had to deal with those horrible parasites. Well, as I pulled out the two nymphs (baby lice) fighting to escape my comb and put them on a napkin, I became one of those "others"
A Snowbound, Single-Mom’s Prayer (Original Poetry)
A Snowbound, Single-Mom's Prayer (Original Poetry).
A Snowbound, Single-Mom’s Prayer (Original Poetry)
Well, it's day two of this winter blizzard, and the schools have been closed both days. When you're homebound with two young, energetic kids you have to keep a sense of humor and an attitude of faith and hope! I enjoy sleeping in, and I love my kids dearly, but boy am I looking forward... Continue Reading →
Back to life…back to reality…
It was the first time that I purposely chose not to try and "use" the time to cram in every library, museum or other extra curricular event that looked exciting and intriguing during the holiday break. They both get so over-worked (in my opinion) at school that I wanted them to just do nothing for a change.
Check outToni’s Room 2013 in review
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Keeping it Real – Original Poetry 12/15/13
Will the calls and cards and letters Soak up every grief-stained tear Will his grandchildren cease to miss him At graduations and weddings from year to year
The Courage to Change…
I strongly believe if our children grow up knowing that they are the most important person in the lives of those who have created them, they will be confident, loving beings and will spread that love and compassion to all those that they touch.
Dear Grief
Wow You're back again Calling me, texting me like an old homey lover friend Wrapping around me in the disguise of comfort Telling me not to pick up the phone or paper or a pen Suffocating every cry for help Whispering in my ear that I don't need anyone to dry my tears Pretending to... Continue Reading →
“In the middle of a street in Camden, NJ” – by J.T.Austin Jr.
I read this short essay at his memorial service this past Saturday (more to come about that) and several people have asked for a copy of it, so I am posting it on my blog. It was one of many small glimpses into the sensitive side of my dad that until his later years, was only uncovered in his writing. I can't wait to put all of his thoughts into book form but for now, I'll share one of my favorites so far:
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