My daughters' principal died unexpectedly this week. He wasn't a grey-haired, nearing-retirement, burned-out old guy. He was 32. He was 32-years-old and he was a positive force in our close-knit school and in the community. He was 32. 32. He. was. 32. ... There's no way that I could write properly about Luis. I only knew him in one capacity: as the kind-hearted professional who would meet with me, talk with me, and work with me whenever we saw an opportunity for improvement ...
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Mother’s Day Memories: I’m your mom, not your friend.
Shirl and I hanging out in a strictly non-friend way. "I'm not your friend, I'm your mom." Growing up there were a series of statements that I vehemently vowed not to repeat to my children after hearing them from the lips of my now deceased Mom. (I smile as I type this. Not because I'm a heartless lunatic who writes about "deceased" moms on Mother's Day, but because I can imagine my Mom reading this, calling me and saying, "I think you're exaggerating. I don't remember any of this." Then ...
