Stress, really? Yes.

Day after day, one of my eighth-graders walks into my room near tears. “I can’t take it,” she’ll say. “I can’t do this anymore.” What she is referring to is life–studying, playing sports, pleasing the parents, getting along with friends. You name it, there’s stress involved. Though I have noticed the change, I haven’t been…

The Fire

This morning, I watched a friend run a local half-marathon in the cold, pouring rain, and then drove her back here for a hot shower before heading over to Amy’s for a stack of pancakes. She took off for Bethesda, and I’ve spent nearly the entire day sitting on the couch in front of the…