00:15 - “Mommy, I can’t sleep.” “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes. Pick a number.” “It’s after midnight, you have school tomorrow. Let’s try and go to sleep and we’ll do the number thing in the morning.” “Pick a number. I figured out a math riddle and I want to see if it works. Then I’ll go to sleep.” This kid. Always thinking. Numbers flying through his mind. I know that if I send him to bed he won’t sleep. He’ll continue testing his riddle. “Okay. 8.” “No. Pick a number and don
Bookstores sell other people’s stories.
They also tell the stories of the place they’re in.
Bucharest's impressive Carturesti, on Strada Lipscani, tells the story of the city’s architecture.
The interior has become one of the most instagrammed spots in the city.
Not bad for a building that stood neglected for longer than many remember.
It is a building that dates back to the latter part of the 19th century.
We had 31 hours in Bucharest, and even if we weren’t a fa
My 12-year-olds had a tweenager quarrel. He said. She said. It happened suddenly while we were sightseeing. On a hot day. In the sun. So, as any good parent who has been learning and applying the principles of improvisation and clowning these last two years – in the classroom, as an educational clown in schools and in devouring numerous research papers on the subject– would do, I agreed that such bickering should continue. The theatrical game of “Yes, And…” My caveat: That it
Here's what I learned this year as two of my kids moved from primary to middle schools: You need luck (which comes with a side order of stress) to get a locker. Today was the first day of a new school year in Israel. 2.35 million pupils are back in classrooms. Backpacks were at the ready. Some of the middle school and high school kids carried books that they would put in their lockers. Others carried books that they will, in fact, schlep back and forth from home to school eve
The tweenager woke up angry. Everyone was to blame. Her youngest brother “took” her spot on the couch. Even though she had vacated said spot about 15 minutes prior. She didn’t like that her other brother had a spot while “hers” was nowhere in sight. No, she would not sit in another spot on the couch. She brought her wrath to the breakfast table. So, I asked her to explain her feelings so that we could all move on from her irritation to a more pleasant atmosphere. But she was
School is around the corner. Summer is almost over. But those two facts are irrelevant to one of my seventh-graders (twins, I have two heading off to middle school). Every morning, my kid greets me with a countdown of his own. Five more days until a TV show may be on. Three more months until a friend's birthday. I have no idea why he has an obsession with countdowns. This morning, he said, "Mom, the countdown is on." I was sure I knew what this countdown was about: Ten more d