S.E. LIVINGSTON: Within the safety of our homes many of us struggle with unnamed offspring(s) who could be described as having “oppositional defiance disorder.”RELATED CONTENT
One warming Sunday morning I looked out the window to see Leo, our black cat, walking along the garden fence. My eyes bugged out when I then noticed the portly skunk walking on the ground right below Leo. Although the cat and skunk weren’t interacting, I froze with the threat.RELATED CONTENT
I take friends as they come. Mom friends, reading friends, school friends … I want everybody to be my friend! But this summer has me contemplating the qualities of my friends.RELATED CONTENT
We parents are hopeful after this first week of school. We imagine our children excited about classes or academic projects. None of us visualize a child saying, “I wish I could do my English homework, but I just can’t read it."RELATED CONTENT
I paddled my heart out to get home. Paddling, paddling. Head up, regard pine trees, boulders, black glossy water ... paddle, paddle.RELATED CONTENT
When he said, “Canoe the Brule River” I went to my storehouse of romantic movies. Me lazily sliding my fingers through the water, him in the stern ... rowing. Me in white lace, him in suspenders. Me with the parasol, him in the straw hat ... canoeing the Brule sounded idyllic!RELATED CONTENT
Dreaming of college for your little loved ones? Let this column act as a clarion. I am standing on the edge of a deep fiscal cliff, waving a red flag and screaming at you, “Debt dead ahead!”RELATED CONTENT
Ours is a city of small courtesies. Not small as in mean or stingy: small, as in tiny in stature, pocket-sized.RELATED CONTENT
Some people are passionate about politics. Some people are passionate about organic food. Some people are passionate about NASCAR racing. I am passionate about book clubs. Fortunately for this world, there are a lot of us out there.RELATED CONTENT
Five years ago my husband chaperoned a trip for the tough to Wolf Ridge Environmental Learning Center. He and the children came home with harrowing tales of winter survival, a ropes course and skin-chapping adventures in the snow.RELATED CONTENT
When my son, a Denfeld student, heard I was having coffee with Tonya Sconiers, the school’s recently appointed principal, he blanched.RELATED CONTENT
The worst sound in the middle of a celebratory slumber is that of crashing glass. As consciousness begins its meek tapping, one’s feeble brain begins to crank away at reality. Why is that glass shattering? New Year’s Eve left glassware on the kitchen counter. Is the cat walking across the counter? Is blitzing fluted champagne glasses onto the tile floor so satisfying that he can’t stop himself? Something more sinister begins to eat away at the edge of the reasoning. That’s not glassware. That is bigger –bigger like a living room window – bigger like somebody outside of our locked doors wanting to get INTO our house badly enough to smash through.RELATED CONTENT
S.E. LIVINGSTON: One of my kids’ favorite school field trips was when they were studying government and visited the holding cells for the accused criminals at the St. Louis County Sheriff’s office. Kids love educational experiences promising Tasers, stainless steel cells, and maybe even a bad guy, while the armed tour guides wear handcuffs and talk tough. For pure excitement, it beat the Karpeles Museum tour hands down.
Last summer, my kids and I sat in the cafeteria at Lincoln Park Elementary School. As they enjoyed their smiley fries and hamburgers, I was looking around at all the happy, munching kids. The tables were filled with children from daycare centers, youth day camps, vacation Bible school programs and many who just showed up, with and without adults. All these kids were benefiting from the USDA’s Summer Food Service Program, but, I wondered, with the demise of Lincoln Park School, what will happen to these hungry kids?RELATED CONTENT
My son John has decided to test the Santa Claus legend.
Budgeteer columnist S.E. Livingston writes about her birthday, when she came home to find one or both dogs had feasted ... possibly on mouse poison.