Abraham Lincoln said he got his education “by littles” – a week here and a month there. He never graduated from anything. Well, the Class of 2020 has put in a good solid 13 years or more and are now graduating by littles. A little here and a little there. We started the celebrations in […]Read More Graduation by Littles
I haven’t written anything in this blog because, well, nothing has happened. I thought I’d be filling it up with state Reading Bowl competition, Katy’s trip to Washington DC, some Girl Scout camping trips and a night at Hamilton. Well, none of that is happening. Also, I’ve been keeping a written journal in a notebook. […]Read More And history repeats itself
The seniors on the Johns Creek Reading Bowl Team are finishing out high school with a bang. And the others are having a great year, too. After coming in second to Cambridge High School (only two teams) at the district level they advanced to regionals, which they’ve done every year for at least the last […]Read More Going to state!
Every time I think we’ve done our last Girl Scout cookie taste test we end up doing another one. As you know by now if you’ve been reading my posts, Girl Scouts contracts with two bakers –ABC owned by Interbake Foods and Little Brownie Bakeries owned by Keebler. Each council chooses which bakery to do […]Read More It’s a lemon-off
Except on this snowy day we woke up early and drove an hour so the Johns Creek Reading Bowl team could be quizzed on books they’ve already read at the second round of the Helen Ruffin Reading Bowl. Just for a quick recap: teams read books nominated for the Georgia Peach Award and then answer […]Read More Snowy days were made for reading
The college process has been a ground-up project for Katy. Some students know where they want to go to school … their parent(s) alma mater … the school they grew up cheering for in the bowl games … the school where they once went to a retreat or summer camp. Katy never had any pre-conceived […]Read More And, she’s made a decision
I guess in a week we’re back to the Roaring 20s. Christmas Eve I took my usual stab at getting Katy and Buddy under the tree. (And no, Buddy doesn’t have cataracts, it’s something called corneal dystrophy.) We went to church and then home for tamales and rice for dinner. I asked Katy to set […]Read More Last Christmas of the 20-teens