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A multi-year campaign built by the Earth Day Network is to End Plastic Pollution. For Earth Day, Ellanor C. Lawrence Park hosted an afternoon of walks, talks and games to teach us how plastics impact our environment.
Odyssey of the Mind is an international creative problem-solving program that allows students to use creativity and teamwork to solve a challenge problem with a long-term solution. For our first graders the theme was to create a cooking show. The kids created the script, scenery and props.
His first season of basketball he had never attempted to dribble a ball until the first practice. From chucking the ball when his dribbling skills slowed him down to going after every rebound and passing to his teammates his growth is a testament to the patience and diligence of his coaches and his tenacity.
The most intuitive of numbers, eleven, also symbolizes disorder, extravagance and rebellion. It comes after the wholeness of ten, a decade of childhood complete, but before twelve, the beginning of angst and separation. At eleven I can still kiss you on the lips, hug you in front of your friends and be the source of your truth. You laugh at my jokes, you patiently explain video games, anime and hip hop songs and you accept my reasoning and explanations for why things have to be my way. A golden time, I realize, soon enough I will be challenged to vie for relevance and coolness.
Hillwood Mansion and Museum celebrates the arrival of Spring with Russian Easter traditions. Crafts, games and music provide entertainment in and around the estate which was once home to Marjorie Merriweather Post. She was a collector of art, maintaining the most comprehensive collection of Russian imperial art outside of Russia. Her mansion is equally a museum as it was her home.
We did our first staycation in Washington D.C. when Lucas was two and Penny just a babe. Over the years we’ve continued this indulgent tradition, being tourists in our own city.
“Don’t trip on your hem,” I told myself as I walked up the choir bleachers, my long black skirt paired with my collared white shirt. I stood proud, excited for the harmonies and melodies I’d soon be belting out alongside my classmates, giggling to relieve my jitters and anticipation. Fast forward thirty two years and those memories come back strong and fresh as I watch Lucas walk up the bleachers for his choir performance then take his seat to perform with the band.
“It’s peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time…”
Tagged: childhood, family photography, Halloween, photography
