I'm not sure if any of you have ever been torn between two countries and have had to deal with the decision on which one to call home. Well, I have. When I lived Greece, I would travel back and forth every three months, stay for about six weeks and then return again. During that... Continue Reading →
When I told my daughter of the idea I had of her spending a year overseas in Greece, she was ecstatic to say the least. She had already been telling me prior to us contacting the foreign exchange program that she was already ready to return. I cannot even describe what her face looked like... Continue Reading →
The anniversary of this tragic day has been bothering me for weeks now. I have been trying to get this down, but have been having a difficult time doing so. I don't know why this year is so different from years past. Perhaps it's because we have much more information now than we ever had... Continue Reading →
Well, I received the email with the attached documents and just as I had suspected it was all there in writing... Interview and application handling fee (committee costs); Two student weekends (space rental, food, room, transportation costs, activities for student & committee); Student/Parent orientation (space rental, materials and food); copies and postage, committee resources, training... Continue Reading →
My daughter has been talking about becoming a foreign exchange student for as long as I can remember. She had done some extensive research prior to leaving for her summer to Greece. Upon her return, we contacted the Rotary club to get information needed since applications go through them. The lady finally returned my call... Continue Reading →
My daughter arrived home a couple of weeks ago. She was terribly exhausted. From the moment she boarded a plane in Greece to the time she landed here, it had been a total of twenty-one and a half hours of travel time. She didn't sleep at all during any of her flights. This summer for... Continue Reading →
My daughter's little brother came into the world two and a half weeks ago. She just arrived to see him on Saturday and has sent some pictures of the two of them together. The day he was born, my daughter had sent me a picture that her dad had sent to her and I was... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember, I have always been the type of woman to say "bring it on" to the higher power each and every time things have went wrong. I welcomed the challenge. A few weeks ago, me and my daughter were in a discussion about her friends from school and one... Continue Reading →
Happy Father Day to all the men and women who father their children!
My father was not a perfect man but he was one hell of a father. I remember when I was little, I would go sit on my father’s lap after getting out of the shower. I would say, “you’re so worm” and he would reply, “and you’re a snake.” It was a nightly routine and one I always looked forward to.
He taught me everything the hard way. I remember when he bought me my first real bike at the age of seven and as soon as we got home, he took off the training wheels. He taught me how to ride my bike on the road in the dark that night and each time I fell, I had to get back on and continue. As a result, I learned how to ride a bike in one night.
When he taught me how to drive a car for the very…
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