Starting next month, The Glastonbury Parks and Recreation Department will be organizing free Tuesday night races.  The first race will be Tuesday, July 3rd.

We spent Memorial Day canoeing with friends whom we hadn’t seen for a while. It’s amazing how children grow when you aren’t looking!  Our friend’s seven year old daughter (almost eight she kept reminding us) looked so different because her short haircut had grown out into a long one.

With summer coming and the weather in the 90s already some days, her mother said she was going to cut the hair and give it away to someone who needs it.  So, of course, I thought I must write about the programs to do that today. 

This morning, I was fortunate to participate in the four mile Delaney Dash to benefit the Sean Delaney Memorial Scholarship Fund.  A male soloist performed The Star Spangled Banner, and we were off into the mist. Although I have run this very route over the Old Saybrook Causeway hundreds of times, today was the first time that I took part in this race.

Do you have friends or family who work at a local school? If so you might volunteer to be part of career day or even speak to an individual class. For example, most teachers must teach Social Studies, even if they are a Math, Reading or Science teacher.

Adding the “athlete” designation to our list of roles as women is both a privilege and an accomplishment. I sometimes add “princess” to my list because I cannot stand uneven and/or chipped nails.  My husband selflessly preserved my fresh manicure by making sure that the air pressure in my tires was correct for my weight, then cleaning and oiling the gears and chains of my beloved Dolce racing bike.

Just to let you know, I’m about to start singing…very loudly. Join with me if you know the song, and I know you do.

There comes a time when we heed a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And its time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all…

As Mother’s Day 2012 approaches, we have to ask, is the Women’s Movement moving backwards?

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“The Spring Festival is next Friday, Mom. You’re home on Thursdays, so you can help me bake a cake for this year’s Cake Decorating Contest!”

This request (or declaration?) came from my 10 year old daughter last week. In years past, my contribution to the Spring Festival has been limited to a 2 liter of soda, while I watch in appreciation as the other parents organize the festival and work the booths. But, I just didn’t have the heart to tell her no this year because I feel like she’s heard “no” more often than “yes” lately.