In the ageless words of Alice Cooper, ‘school’s out for summer!’ School’s release means warm nights, fireflies, and report cards. Report card season can bring up the sometimes touchy topic of rewarding a child for good grades. Read more
With all kinds of amazing projects on Kickstarter, it has made us here at Mammatech wonder about what sort of projects are currently on Kickstarter for kid’s toys. So I’ve spent hours and hours this past week getting sucked into the amazing things that everyday people have invented and are currently looking for funding. The following five recommendations are each a techy toy I would buy for my boys! Read more
Spring is upon us. Despite snow in March, I know the seasons are changing because my mailbox is chock full of gardening catalogs. For me this means dreaming and planning my gardens. Yes. Plural. In my yard I have a Zen garden, a vegetable garden, a cutting flower garden, a rose garden, a butterfly garden, a purple flowers only garden, and various other little spaces without a formal name, like the dark pit along the east side of the house where nothing grows except thorny blackberries.
I love gardening. I enjoy hiding in plain sight, tending to what my wife calls “dillydandums and whosiwhatsits.” I read books, search catalogs, chat with nearby growers, and wander around garden supply sites with lust in my heart. New garden technology makes me giddy. Here are a few of my favorite gardening techy tools (and links if available).
Are you looking for a slower paced job where you can be your own boss and make your own hours?
Are you a stay-at-home mom looking to make a little extra money while the kiddos sleep?
Maybe you’re a starving college student just trying to make a little extra beer money?
No matter your walk in life, I highly recommend looking into freelance writing!
Career and technical student organizations (CTSOs) are one of the best ways for your child to gain valuable skills that will help them through high school and beyond! As the DECA sponsor for my high school, here are some of my favorite reasons to encourage your child to join a career and technical student organization. Read more
A weird thing happens when I am at work. I am a librarian at an urban high school. I have 11 individual, twelfth-grade, ladies that are my assistants each day. Here’s the weird part. Every single girl watches makeup tutorials in their spare time. They also speak about makeup like … I have no words to describe it… like it is a real part of who they are, and it is also what they have in common with other people.
They vary in myriad ways… as all of us do. But not when it comes to makeup tutorials or how they view wearing makeup. I noticed these commonalities, and because all parts of everything they do surrounding makeup is so foreign to how I view makeup, I started asking questions. Maybe this was generational? I asked all my assistants, my twelve year old daughter, and some coworkers how they learned to put on makeup, and what they think wearing makeup (or not wearing makeup) means.
I am desperately trying not to drop all the balls I’m juggling. I have also been trying not to complain or freak out, because I know I have chosen to juggle all these balls. I’m so frazzled that I don’t have time to make inappropriate jokes about that last sentence. Read more
Yes; you read that right. Cars that drive themselves. Cars not dependent on human intervention. Would they be safe? Would they be affordable? What about maintenance? Who gets blamed when they crash? Clearly there are many uncertainties blanketing this concept. But that’s not stopping auto engineers from designing and testing self-driving cars. The list of car makers currently creating self-driving cars totals 30. Look here to see it in full. Clearly many, if not most, see this as a worthy pursuit.
Yes, I know the title of my article maybe a bit harsh, but please hear me out before writing this off as a post slamming anyone in need of a little extra help.
My daughter was the victim of girl-on-girl meanness just before Christmas. For an unknown reason, her little clique of girlfriends stopped talking to her, for four long days. She didn’t tell me until their last day of the silence. She kept asking them if she had done something wrong. The girls would shrug and walk away. Then, it was over just as quickly as it started.