The Last Day of School

     Yesterday was Jordan's last day of high school. He took his last exam and will graduate next Thursday night. Like all the other social media hounds, I wanted to commemorate the day with a photograph, maybe even pair it with a photo of when he first started 3K. All week long, I thought…

Nevertheless

       We were reading The Scarlet Letter just as I have done in my 11th grade classes for 20 years now. Maybe at the point of recognition, we were actually discussing chapters 5 - 7 in anticipation of reading chapter 8 together. I always read chapter 8 with them because I love it.…

He is Cooler than I Remember

The other night I was reading a book or checking out Facebook posts as I stretched across my bed when I heard a familiar tune - the synthesized notes of the 1980s laced with a soft cornet, a sound so familiar that it triggered immediate images of idyllic New England autumns and quirky American characters. Newhart.…

What NOT to Say

  This post has weighed heavily on my heart for months now, maybe longer, but some words spoken this summer have propelled me to write. When I heard a certain set of words this summer, I wanted to speak out immediately; I wanted to rail and indict, but my 17-year-old son urged me to cool…

To Learn to Hold My Tongue

  I am exhausted, and I am disappointed. I understand being angry and feeling cheated, misunderstood. But I don't understand why people react in anger. Wait, yes I do. I react in anger all the time. And when I say something horrid, it almost always comes as a sudden blurt, an unexpected eruption, and even…

Framers’ Intent and Compromise

  Framers’ Intent and Compromise Kristie Camp By now, everyone who knows me well knows that I have become obsessed with Alexander Hamilton as a result of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Broadway hit musical Hamilton. Yet, those who really know me also know that I have been enamored with the American Revolution and the Founding Fathers forever.…

True / False Quiz

I know my third grade teacher, Mrs. Fine, didn't like me. She moved me to the back of the room And told my mom that she had to Because I talked too much And she got tired of seeing the back of my head, Always turned around, looking to see if Wendy had finished, yet.…