With all this rain we’ve had lately, all I have been thinking about is planting seeds. A little cold snap a few weeks ago actually made me thankful I had done some procrastinating.
Every spring, we have the hope of new things to come.
Fear not, for I have returned from hiatus! I hope you have enjoyed the guest posts the past couple of months in my stead. Those writers did a fantastic job while I was away taking care of my job that actually pays bills (no offense, Druid City Living) and I am very appreciative of them. Thank you for reading them and for returning to find me.
A catchphrase around Campus Life’s high school programs in Tuscaloosa is “always expect the unexpected.” It’s intended to build anticipation among students and enthusiasm for what is about to happen next. This may come from a crazy game with a twist. Or perhaps we dive into a topic they are all too familiar with, but we take an approach that makes them look at life, God, or the future with fresh eyes.
Right now, my son’s gums are so prevalent, I have the mind to call our family dentist to ensure nothing has gone wrong in the growing of his “big people” teeth. For the life of me, I cannot remember how long I was toothless as a child, but I know it wasn’t this long!
After my Little’s most recent gem fell out while playing, he turned it over to me for safe keeping because his bed was not made up for pillow safety. A short while later, he decided to inspect it further, I’m sure for blood, because he is truly a boy’s boy. Can you guess what happened? Yep. Said “gem” was lost and has yet to be found.
Hi all, Derek here, your very favorite curmudgeonly columnist. At the moment, I’m slammed with work as PRIDE gets ready for Girl Talk 2 (Apr. 7! Tell your friends!) – so I’d like to introduce Megan Princewill, who was kind enough to step in for me this month. I’ll be back and bellyaching next month.
I’ll be honest: I am someone who rarely doesn’t have my phone within arm’s reach. It’s my alarm clock, my morning radio, and it even plays white noise while I’m falling asleep. I literally use it day and night. I check emails for work, text friends and co-workers, and call my husband to discuss what’s for dinner. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to using it way too often to check Facebook and Instagram.
Spring brings creativity to life, in the ground, on the trees, and with flowers bursting forth to get us out of our winter rut. In Northport and Tuscaloosa, the first weekend of April brings artists out to share their creativity. Galleries pull out all the stops with catering, bands, and cultural stimulation.
Readers: PRIDE has a very important event coming up, so I’ve asked Nicole Hall, Prevention Coordinator for PRIDE of Tuscaloosa, to tell you about it. Enjoy! – Derek
What happens when you have an event that gets incredible feedback and multiple requests to do it again next year? We do it again.
I was lucky enough to take several local students to camp this summer in Georgia. Most of these girls went to different schools and had not met before piling in my van and leaving for camp. We watched movies, laughed, and tried to bond during the four-hour adventure to the middle of nowhere in central Georgia.
I was headed to school recently, and for the first time in a while, I realized I wasn’t rushing during my half-hour commute to collect my son. You see, I like to ensure that I’m in the pickup line before the principal conducts her mandatory inspection of the “on time” parents before sending out the children whom she knows matches the vehicles in line. My child will not be the one traumatized by being the last kiddo picked up from school.
What caused me to slow down?