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My New Favorite Columnist
Here is something I’ve learned as a journalist: When people are caught, they lie. They say they didn’t do it. Then, they blame someone, often the reporter. This just makes things worse.
When they are caught again….
Another Day, Another Bomb Threat
My daughter’s public high school has been tormented since January by bomb threats in all forms, bullets in the bathroom and zero evidence that anyone is close to finding the culprit. Worse, it appears that the school administration is protecting itself–and its image–rather than the people inside the building.
The Upside of Single Parenting
On Slate today, my very eloquent fellow single parents write about what their kids have gained from a one-parent household. Some kids chime in, too…
Hello to My New Friends in Quebec
Je suis en français. Cliqueter ici
Kids and Parent(s)
I’ve always thought that kids who grow up in a house with one parent learn things that kids who grow up in a house with two, do not. The subject seems to rile people up. I’ve written about it on Slate…Click here
It’s an Upside Down World
Get rid of guns.
In Honor of Princess Twyla
It has been three years since we lost dear Twylee, at age 19. In The Huffington Post, one of our most enlightening moments…Click here
Now, My Mom Was a Really Great Teacher
I had the opportunity to write for Salon about my Mom’s teaching experience…and then, mine. I didn’t realize I had so much to say. Click here
From the Blow-Up Pool
If you put your head back on the side of the pool, you can look straight up. Ninety degrees up, the perfect perpendicular, because the air inside the vinyl lets you. The world seems really different when you look straight up from the edge of a blow-up pool. I like to sit in the corner, in the shady end. When I look up, I look up into a tree. It’s like those movies that begin in the sky and pan down to a neighborhood, or a bird, or a guy on a bike, escaping from somewhere.
I go in the pool whenever I can. We’ve named it Bel Air, and my kids wear aviator sunglasses and bikinis, and turn on the music. They sit in the sunny end, with their drinks and Sun-In. Cooper brought a TV tray out the other day, for all of the accoutrements. It is as terrific as any real pool, with tiles and steps. It is better, really, because you can look up with your head all the way back and think. And then you can straighten up and see each other, a little family in a container, having a time.
Pamela Gwyn Kripke 