I Disgust Myself Sometimes

I Disgust Myself Sometimes

I headed out to Walmart for the third time in a week, as you do. And I wasn't happy about it. Nossir. Walmart is my most hated of marts. 

Cold winds whipped around me as I got out of my car. Freezing splashes of rain hit my cheeks as I power-walked through the parking lot.  

My sour mood ratcheted up another notch.  

I inspected a few carts, trying to avoid a wobbly one. But they're all wobbly. Of course the cart was also wet. Grrrrrr.

I started to push my wobbly, wet cart toward the main entrance. I noticed a man and his young daughter come in right before me…

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My Big Fat Secret to Holding Kids Accountable for Reading

My Big Fat Secret to Holding Kids Accountable for Reading

“Does he really want us to read every day?” I overheard one of my rambunctious boys ask the kid next to him. It was only the first week of school. I think it’s important to be strong and clear with expectations early on.

“Every day of your life for the rest of your life,” I answered with a smile. “But,” I was quick to add, “you probably won’t. I won’t either and that’s okay. It’s a goal to shoot for. We’ll help each other.”

"Even on Christmas?" he asked.

"Even on on Christmas."

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