Faith and Begorrah

Mamacita says: May you be buried in a casket made from the wood of a 100 year old oak That I shall plant tomorrow. Oh, tis a wondrous thing to be Irish, although the same could not be said earlier … Continue reading

Where Were You When The Planes Hit?

My tribute to Craig Damian Lilore can be found here. Mamacita says:  I’m guessing that many most bloggers will be posting tributes this weekend, and telling the blogosphere ‘where we were’ when the planes hit the World Trade Center. Here … Continue reading

Shhh, I Hear Freedom Ringing!

Mamacita says:  Happy Independence Day. And if you do not believe in that, then, Happy Fourth of July. Everyone has a fourth of July. It’s right there between the third and the fifth, so none of your lip now. . … Continue reading

Potty Mouth, Wiggly Little Boys, Recess, and Reading

“No two people are alike, and both of them are damn glad of it.” Mamacita says:  That’s a quotation; that’s not me saying “damn,” although I frequently occasionally do. I am, to my shame, greatly afflicted with “potty mouth,” and … Continue reading

What Do I Really Want To Do In My Classroom?

Mamacita says:  Finally.  Someone has finally asked me a question I’ve wished for years someone would ask.  It’s a question that’s right up there with Ed McMahon asking if he could come inside and give me a surprise. (Shut up, … Continue reading

Back Off – Your Kids Don't Need An Adult Best Friend

Mamacita says:  I can remember being really little, and I can remember my parents playing with me. (Those are my parents; aren’t they pretty?) They played with me whenever they could, but it wasn’t very often. I can remember Mom … Continue reading