What are you reading that isn’t assigned? What is your favorite class? Who is your most inspiring teacher? What are your interests and passions outside of school? As you might imagine, the modal answer is, “I have never read a book that wasn’t assigned.” Which I certainly understand. I don’t
One of my old students has a passion for Duke University. Both his mother and his uncle were Duke University graduates. The student and his grandfather had watched Duke University basketball games, cheering for generations of talented players. The student performed well academically in high school and applied to Duke
Turns out one of my Running Buddies has an actual “job“ of some kind that involves her doing “work”. Apparently, part of her grown-up life entails given lectures about the widgets—or possibly grommets—produced by her company. We’ve only been sweating together in the dark for the past 20 years so
Visiting rehab programs in Sedona, Flagstaff, and Prescott, Arizona last week, I connected with a number of extraordinary young adults. Some had been clean for a few weeks, some had been sober for several years. Most attended Alcoholics Anonymous or Narcotics Anonymous meetings. A number of the graduates—my own clients
There’s a difference between enlisting in the arms services and being drafted; there’s a distinction between a march and a hike; there’s a terrible discrepancy between consent and not. There’s a divergence between how divorcing parents determine where the minor child attends third grade. Divorcing moms or dads or their
Admittedly I am a product of Miami public schools. Your expectations therefore of my cognitive capabilities cannot be too low. And did I mention it took me seven years to earn my developmental psychology master’s, typically a two-year degree? The other day someone told me that “gullible” is the only
Robin has a hot stock tip. Really hot! Can’t miss! Red hot! Unbelievable! Gonna go from one dollar a share to over a hundred dollars! Robin knows a guy who knows a guy! And this guy knows stocks! Practically insider trading! A sure thing! Robin’s life is about to change!
I am not proud that I remember the following unfortunate jokes from junior high. Nor am I gratified to admit that I found them amusing 50-something years ago. “Mommy, mommy, I don’t want to go to Europe!” “Shut up and keep swimming!” But when I hear of families who communicate
Most of my blogs are directed at loving parents; this essay is addressed to colleagues. Most of my posts contain actionable advice; this column has open questions. My repeated polemics—play Parcheesi with your kids; take your kids camping—will give way to queries for which I do not have straightforward guidance.
Eight eggplants, five dozen little tomatoes, twenty peppers, and a watermelon. Not a bad harvest for one afternoon. Admittedly a little straightforward financial accounting would suggest that the watermelon alone cost some two hundred dollars to produce—not including principle, interest, taxes, or insurance on the property in which the eye-catching
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