Teens

October is National Bullying Prevention Month. Bullying is more than just being mean to another person. Officially, it is defined as repeated unkind or abusive behaviors that target a specific person and is intended to physically, socially, and/or emotionally...

Do you have a topic (or five) that you don't really want to hear about? For example, I am not a fan of bathroom humor. I don’t know why this topic bothers me, but it does. I don’t think...

Those first early rumblings that school might close ... the canceling of extra-curriculars...the rescheduling of prom...   Every new announcement added a bit more panic into my already anxious heart. How would we pull this off? How would our kids now...

Ryan (name changed) was one of my students several years ago. He was a good student, and generally quiet. He often sat with his legs stretched out beneath the desk and his chin resting in his hand. One day--he...

We got the reminder text for seniors to pick up honor cords for qualifying GPA's. I reminded my daughter to check if she qualified and then pick her's up. She qualified. We were excited, I mean, who doesn't want...

It’s summer! Okay, I know that according to the calendar summer doesn’t officially begin until June 20th, but southern etiquette says you can wear white after Memorial Day, thus kicking of the southern summer season. One of my favorite...

I grew up in a house full of noise. The television was always on, my parents liked to yell, my sister and I could be rambunctious and to top it all off I am from New York, where we...

I have a 4th grade daughter named Vivian.  She is almost ten years old and I see that she’s quickly transitioning from a kid to a pre-teen.  Transitioning from “mom, I need your help” to “mom, do you even...

My daughter and I have this communication thing down pat.  She's 18-years-old, she's female, and she's an open book.  We have a natural rhythm going, (even though we hit a sour note every once in a while). My son and...

I didn't want to see it. We were on our summer family vacation in California, and I wanted to slap on my rose-colored glasses and frolic in ignorant bliss. But my 14-year-old son could see nothing else. We were staying...