For a good part of third grade, I sat by myself in the school cafeteria during lunch.
I don’t exactly recall feeling lonely during those isolating moments with my peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, but I certainly feel sad as I look back today.
I just didn’t fit in—and that’s a truly awful feeling.
We all remember them.
Some were associated with allowance, others simply mandatory. For many kids, and I bet for most of us, they were often an intrusion on other more important things to do.
The fact that March is National Nutrition Month makes me think of rats.
To be more specific, I think of two particular rats that lived in my first-grade classroom.
My kids roll their eyes when I tell them that being a sports fan is a lot like life. This is probably because I say it too much.
But just look at our rhetorical metaphors.
For football: “We went the whole nine yards.” Or “I didn’t have anything to lose, so I just tossed a Hail Mary.
Here is my most vivid memory of Halloween as a child:
I’m 8 years old. I have, to my father’s delight, developed an affinity for the “creature-features” that appear on the old UHF stations every Saturday from 10 AM to noon. I love Boris Karloff as Frankenstein and Bela Lugosi as Dracula.
HUBweek is nearly here!
The Clay Center for Young Healthy Minds is proud to host a series of free, interactive sessions focused on raising healthy children for a resilient future generation at Boston’s 4th annual HUBweek.
That’s not just an opinion. That’s not an axiom or a homily or a saying or even a pithy bumper sticker slogan.
That’s a genuine biological imperative.
My dog died.
Man, those are three tough words to write.
I feel both silly about and proud of how much it hurts. Still, I think I know what some of you are thinking: Dogs aren’t people. And you’re right, of course. Thank God, I’m not writing about a person right now.
The number of professionals available to conduct evaluations of children can be quite overwhelming. Psychologists, psychiatrists, social workers, educational consultants, counselors, and neuropsychologists are only a partial list of the professionals who can be helpful when you’re seeking more information about your child’s development.
This post is not about Pokemon Go.
I thought it would be prudent to lead with that caveat. This post is about play—imaginative play, to be more specific—and, while I have no qualms with the notion that people of all ages “play” Pokemon, Go, that’s not the kind of play I want to discuss.