Posts Tagged ‘Parents’
5 Tips to Develop Positive Kids
Monday, January 11th, 2010Daddy’s Blueberries
Thursday, August 27th, 2009
Mother and Daddy loved blueberries, but blueberries were expensive. This was the beginning of “Daddy’s Blueberries.”
As far as I knew, Daddy had never grown anything in his life. One day he brought six blueberry plants home from work and announced he was going to plant them in the “extra lot.” My first thought was, “Yes, sure you are.”
Author, speaker and mentor Ronda Del Boccio presents the Shrink With Me Blog. Ronda Del Boccio is the author of I’ll Push You steer, plus numerous articles and stories.
One Smart Cookie
Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008
People are surprised when they learn I have my own cookie business, with my own name on the packages and a contract with a bakery.
After all, I’m only 16 years old and still in high school. I never set out to go into business. What I really wanted to do was help the homeless.
But as I look back on it now, I see that something much bigger was happening.
I came home from school one afternoon to find my mother reading an announcement in our temple bulletin. A homeless shelter in nearby Bridgeport was asking for food donations.
Author, speaker and mentor Ronda Del Boccio presents the Shrink With Me Blog. Ronda Del Boccio is the author of I’ll Push You steer, plus numerous articles and stories.
One Potato, Two Potato
Monday, November 10th, 2008Just after relocating to a new town, my father was let go from his job as a welder.
Dad diligently searched for work, and Mom tried to scrape together meals for my brother, sister and me.
Soon my parents had spent all their savings. When things got desperate, a nearby farmer offered us potatoes from his field. We ate potatoes three times a day: fried for breakfast, baked for lunch and mashed for dinner.
Several weeks passed and Dad was still unemployed. Mealtimes grew quiet and morose.
Line in the Water
Wednesday, November 5th, 2008I am an education professor at Central Christian College. Sometimes when I'm teaching a class full of glassy-eyed, bored students, or when I'm stuck in an interminable faculty meeting, I feel like calling it quits and heading for home. It's times like those I remember a fishing trip I took with my dad in 1956, when I was 12 years old.
