I got used to pulling out my wallet for my school kids. The same shopping trip for the shot glasses, my own little boy asked if he could have something-or-another. I remember telling him, “Sweetie, we can’t afford that.”
There are different rituals for different families at this season of the year. When I was little, I got a new pair of shoes and a new “outfit”. My brothers got new “clothes” because, as they explained to me with a sneer, boys don’t wear “outfits” after the age of two. Mom took her six [...]
The Net is about connecting. It’s about reaching.
It’s an electronic whisper in an ear that wants to know. And then wants to know more. And then wants to reach out to others. It’s about making a whisper a shout and giving form to the shout so it becomes a mighty chorus working in harmony to do something to help
I don’t write what somebody tells me to write. I don’t write about something that someone voted on. I write about something that matters to me.
this is the week that perhaps up to 250,000 teachers and vital support staff will be receiving pink slips telling them that due to the financial crisis, there is no money to pay them next year.