Back to School

Each year whenever my children would head off to school, I would line them up on the front porch and take their picture. Since I've had children attending school since 1985, I've got quite a collection. This year I forgot to do that with my daughter on the day we took her back to college.

We also missed the opportunity to go with her to buy her school supplies; at 20 years old she pretty much takes care of that herself. But for many years she would go with her father to work on a day in late summer on something they would call "special days" and buy a backpack and supplies and anything else she needed following the list from school.

I loved going to school, and I loved sending my own children off to school. Something about this time of year just fires up the blood and makes me anxious to get back to work and learn something or create something.

Now, with all my children out on their own, I am contemplating a return to school myself and am studying for the graduate exam. It's been a while since I've stuck my nose in a book for anything except pleasure and now I'm studying and trying to get information I don't really want to know to stick. It's a challenge.