My daughters and I nervously passed between two huge concrete lions flanking the entrance, and a door opened magically before us. “Welcome to Julia Landon College Preparatory!” said the eighth grader holding the door, smartly clad in khaki shorts, a navy blue polo emblazoned with the school logo, and a full set of shining braces….
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The Agony of Da Feet
A few months after birth, human babies discover two chubby feet affixed to the end of their tubby legs. They gaze, fascinated at these perfect appendages topped with wiggling tiny toes. As soon as they can grasp their feet with slobbery fingers, they shove the newfound toes into their drooling mouths. Mothers find babies’ soft…
Corny American Pride
I’ve been thinking lately about the things I’ve taken for granted. After living three years abroad, our military family finally appreciates what we have as Americans. I’m not talking about ethereal concepts like democracy and freedom. I’m talking about the really important things that make a tangible difference in our every day lives as Americans….
A Midsummer Night’s Scheme
On any given summer night, the teens of our great nation take to the streets of their respective towns in search of something fun to do. They can be seen outside pizza joints, ice cream stands and movie theaters, doing what teenagers do best ÔÇô hanging out. Except for certain insignificant differences like parachute pants,…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets