Our Ancestors Were Immigrants. Live Up To Them.

Mamacita says: Oh please, society, let us learn from the past, just a little bit?  Because those in charge of those in charge of the education of our children are doing it all wrong.  Real education has nothing to do … Continue reading

Half A Pot Roast, and a Mashed Grilled Cheese, Please

(From 2004) Mamacita says:  Remember that anecdote about the young bride whose husband asked her why she cut the beef roast in half before she put it in the pan? She told him she did it that way, because her … Continue reading

Goody Two Shoes I’m Definitely Not

Mamacita says: I am basically a kind person. I would lie down in the road if I thought that would help some people. I work overtime to help students. I still do my children’s laundry, and I feed them whenever … Continue reading

The Timeline in my Head: Where, you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.

Mamacita says: My children, of whom I often speak on this blog, aren’t really children any more. I know this perfectly well, but sometimes when I write of them – the cute things they’ve done, etc. – I tend to … Continue reading

Conversation from the Teachers’ Lounge

 Mamacita says: Have you ever wondered what teachers talk about in the lounge? It depends on who’s in there and what time of day it is, of course, but the conversation really doesn’t vary much from building to building, or … Continue reading

September 11, 2001

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 is mine. This is actually the second third fourth fifth … Continue reading