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Music week, people. My students have to learn 25 Spanish sentences, and you could pass this test I bet. Trompeta, trombón, piano, flauta (not the fried kind), and tuba. It’s a list friendly to the English speaker. So I’ve pulled out the Steve Green, and you should hear my husband say, “Really? Steve Green?” Shhh. My students don’t know that… Read More
I woke up in Wyoming, and I was one sad momma. Those men of mine were leaving Montana that morning, to meet up with me at my mom’s (where I had helped host her annual, two-day, killer garage sale.) This was the week. The week where we would be seeing our youngest in the rear view mirror, as we drove… Read More
“Give me the keys!” he said in a rush. “Why?” I asked. “Caleb left his tassels at home,” he said. This was an hour and a half before graduation, and there was no way we were lettin’ that kid cross the stage without his magna cum laude tassel. (See how I slipped in that bold-faced bragging?) So the rest of… Read More