“Let me just tell you, I really enjoyed working with Jack. He was incredibly cooperative, and I think we got some really good information during the testing.” I leaned forward eagerly in my chair. “First, I’d like to talk about his working memory.” I nodded. I had an idea of what working memory was. “Well,” […]
Dear Jack, We have exactly eight days left to sixth grade, including today. We are in the home stretch, the final mile, the last bite of the big enchilada. I have to tell you, this year felt long and short all at the same time. Long, because you feel apart midway through. You fell apart […]
My kids start school one week from tomorrow. Mothers seem to fall into two categories: the I-can’t-wait-for-the-bus-to-arrive type and the summer-went-by-way-too-quickly sort. I find I’m nestled right in between the two. On one hand, for the first time in eight years, I’ll only have one child home all day. On the other hand, that child […]
Two summers ago, I ate lunch at Bertucci’s with Jack. Not once, twice or even three times. Every Monday. I don’t even know how this ritual got started. During the summer of 2010, three of the kids were in camp, leaving me with just Jack and six-month old Henry for the day. I must’ve taken […]
