Just like our parents?

As we age into our 40s, time seems to follow two themes.

One is that it doesn't seem all that long ago that we did the crazy things we did at age _____ (20? 25? 39?).  The other is a grim realization that we are becoming - as Pink Floyd put it - "shorter of breath, and one day closer to death."

The 40s are that age when we look in the mirror and see our parents.  As children, we remember what mom or dad looked like when we were kids.  I caught a glimpse of myself the other day and, for a moment, wondered why my dad was looking back from the reflection.

Wierd.  Or just getting older.

I'm back (sort of)

Has it really been more than a year since I've posted?

Looking back, I see the connection. A year ago, my kids were in a great gifted and talented program in our local public school. In April 2009, the local school corporation made the short-sighted decision to close that program. I am been home-schooling our kids in a virtual charter school program that opened last year, thanks to our state legislature. Also, I am part of an organizing group to bring a new public charter school to my city.

I always heard that people locate where there are strong schools. I didn't think much about that in my 20s or 30s (when I moved to my current location). Seeing our local public school corporation get weaker, it's important to step up and try to bring improvements to public education. We'll keep you posted on that.

Meanwhile, I'll be back to regular posting. Enjoy.