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During the years I was home schooling my children, I threatened to quit nearly every year during the month of March. After spending seven months practicing math drills, grading tests, and correcting papers, I found myself emotionally spent. Having been trapped indoors together throughout the long winter months, we all began to experience cabin fever....

My first day was a rush of paperwork, welcome signs, and smiles. "We’re so glad that you are here!" one teacher exclaimed, lipstick smeared crookedly across her lips. I smiled back and shook her hand. I was her new boss; this was my new job, serving as the academic director of a small ESL school. I had been married for less than two weeks, and we had...

On my mother’s side, I come from a long line of “creatives.” Which is a nice way of saying our family is a little whacked-out. My great-grandfather Pappy wrote many unpublished short stories. His daughter Nanaw was an artist and writer, as well as an art teacher. Her husband Dadaw was an amateur inventor and held several patents before he died. And my...

When I was growing up, I loved Monday nights. Those were our nights alone with Dad. Mom taught a Bible study to 300 working women, and Dad made sure he was home, since my brother and I were too young to be left alone. At first, Mom made food for us, something easy like Pour-A-Quiche. But Dad — thank goodness — rebelled. Mondays became our nights for...