A parent's job is never done. There's always appointments and therapy and lessons and endless testing and school projects to keep track of. By the end of May, most parents (and teachers, really) are ready to collapse in a heap of exhaustion. Myself, included. Amidst the current Covid spike, there are also a handful of [...]
I wrote this essay months ago, just as schools across the country opened amidst a worldwide pandemic, and we faced yet another unique set of challenges in the Storms household. Months later, as 2021 comes to a close and the schools plan to open on schedule starting January 3, 2022 regardless of the dramatic spike [...]
I'm tempted to leave the title and the title alone here in this blog post. Because damn. I am tired. I worked eighteen hours this week on a job that's supposed to take up no more than ten. And I did it all from home while supervising-slash-teaching my 11-year-old her ratios and fractions and comparisons [...]
When you’re a writer who is also parent to rambunctious school-age children, planning your writing time on a weekend is everything. You see, I fully planned to devote today to writing. I even made all of the appropriate preparations for it yesterday. Without a hint of parental guilt, I signed both of my children up [...]
It’s been a long time since I blogged. Then again, it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything, truth be told. There’s a complete and utter exhaustion that comes with caring for someone with a long-term illness and until recently, I was really good at pretending it didn’t exist. Enter wall. Accurate footage of [...]
L. Ryan Storms 