Sassafras Mama

If there were an alternate title for this post, it would be Peak Tulip.   Two weeks ago, on a warm, sunny Saturday, I declared tha...

The backstory:   Mother’s Day when you are a single mama isn’t much of a holiday.  But for the last few years T has kindly stepped in to or...

The backstory:   I’ve a colleague who is a dad-on-his own with two kids: G, a clever 1st grader, and P, a handful of a three year old, also...

When I first began to consider a professional move to the Middle School, one of my immediate concerns was my daily view.  At the time, my s...

The post should more appropriately be titled “Stop and Admire the Flowers” because lately my days have been crazy busy.  The few minutes wh...

Spring is an expectant season, with warming days that feel exhilarating after Winter’s cold, but also plenty of lingering chill to accomp...

Slowly but surely, the blooms of our Spring are arriving in my corner of New Jersey.  Lawns are beginning to turn brighter and trees are at...

For as long as I have lived in Sassafras House — and we’re coming up on 10 years here — my neighbors have had a large pine tree in their fr...

7th grade history at my school is the first half of American history.  As befits a school with as much diversity as ours, it’s the first st...

I keep reminding myself that Spring is a bit of a fickle season and this week has been no exception. We’ve had rather a two-steps-forward, ...