It seems that every year, the window that defines summer vacation closes ever so slightly: Cranky has a summer school class, Whiny needs to be back for sports, Punch has camp. Summer used to mean June, July and August—Memorial Day to Labor Day. Now, summer is a two-week span in mid-July. Nevertheless, I’m determined to make the most of it, so I pack the car, load the family and head north. No matter how demanding the family schedule, nothing can replace a northern Michigan getaway. And, of course, whether we go for two weeks or two months, one thing always remains consistent: the drive.
The Webster Groves Recreation Complex Yogalates course is an incredibly quiet class—until you forget that you're balanced on a squeaky foam roller.
With school out, kids are roaming the house at all hours, shedding clothes like peanut shells at the ballpark. The demands for food, rides, cash, sleepovers, upgrades, apps, and—strangely—privacy are incessant. My reverence for the teaching profession is renewed. (Although I’m not sure how many kids interrupt their teacher at his or her desk to call their cell phone because they can’t find it—but still.) Suffice it to say, the house is bustling. I say this because it only emphasizes the stupidity of my idea.
Last month, we discussed sleep for the newborn, infant and toddler. No doubt, every baby in the St. Louis area is now sleeping soundly through the night, and parents are well rested and refreshed, right? But what about those with older kids?
For months, student Cordale Denton endured painful headaches and struggled to see the board in class. The teenager’s vision was suffering after his only pair of glasses had broken. That’s where Lifelong Vision Foundation came in.
Hutton Wilkinson, probably best known as the head of Tony Duquette, Inc., started out as the legendary designer’s protégé before going on to gain fame on his own as a decorator to the privileged class.
So. Last week I wrote a column on twists on the concept of the honeymoon. In it I mentioned that language is fluid and constantly evolving. Words that were cutting edge six months ago will paint you the fool if you use them today. I asked Cranky (16) if the party she attended last week was ‘off the chain’ and received an eye roll-head shake combination usually reserved for pathetic losers…wait.
The next time this columnist sweetens her tea with a little honey, she will have a brand new perspective on what is on her teaspoon. Honey is honey, right? Not so, according to Jim Robins of Robins Apiaries in St. Charles.
Story: Middle-aged Judy is forced back into the workplace when her husband squanders their savings and runs off with his teen-aged secretary. Judy is hired by the mammoth Consolidated Companies and dumped into the lap of Violet, the senior office supervisor.
I started talking to my kids about their college education about a week after they were born. OK, that is a bit of exaggeration, but it is not too far from the truth. Education is important to any new parent, and I spent my 30s having children and pursuing graduate studies. During that decade of my life, my own education and my children’s future consumed my thoughts.
Spring is in the air. While for most of us, that means worrying about covering your bulbs at night or purging a closet, the past few weeks of my life have been consumed by—well, consumed is a strong word—preoccupied by one thing: prom.
Story: Tami Martin’s plate of responsibilities is full. She’s a whirlwind of activity as she cooks, cleans and caters to the whims of her family, including teenage daughter Lisa, son Josh and husband Bill. She may well have a full-time job outside the home, too, as could Bill. We don’t know that, though, because we’re focused on the maelstrom of movement in their home.
Story: The Prince of Verona has had it up to here with the long-standing feud between the Capulets and Montagues, two distinguished local families. He demands a cessation of the hatred under penalty of death. Emotions still hold sway, though, and when young Romeo Montague falls in love with the young teen Juliet Capulet at a masked ball, her kinsman Tybalt is enraged and vows to seek revenge.
Read the stories of civic duty and dedication behind this year's Women of Achievement honorees: Virginia Braxs, Ida Early, Dr. Eva Frazer, Teri Griege, Phyllis Langsdorf, Diane Levine, DiAnne Mueller, JoAnn Shaw, Linda Sher and Pat Whitaker.
Last January, John Moore got news from his doctor that changed his life. “I just felt miserable—I had no energy, and my blood pressure was through the roof,” he says. “He told me I need to change or I’m going to be that guy who dies in his 40s of a heart attack. It really woke me up.”
As I write this column, it is a wintery St. Louis day. When it’s this cold, it is difficult to think about summer travel. June is still a few months away, but a sunny weather vacation free of responsibility sounds relaxing and warm.
This 6-bedroom, 5-full and 1-half bathroom home in Creve Coeur is listed for $1.299 million.
Everybody has a cell phone, and almost everybody texts. Texting is easy, cheap, fun, mildly illicit, and it makes you feel cool—it’s kind of like the 21st-century’s version of smoking. And not unlike smoking, it can be offensive at certain times. The good news is, after a solid decade of text capability, certain rules of order have been established; an E-tiquette, if you will. Now before you decide to forward this to the closest teenager you can find, know that I have seen as many—if not more—offenses committed by an older demographic. Texting, like chewing gum, done anywhere but in the privacy of your own room, runs the risk of offense, so here are some basic parameters.
It’s official: I am completely submerged in the teenage years. Due to a family-planning strategy that revolved around white wine and Cardinal home games, Cranky, Whiny, and Punch are now 16, 15 and 13, respectively. And there's lots of fun stuff happening: We have a licensed driver, a permit driver and a 13-year-old who likes to back my car out of our driveway ‘for practice.’ I have to say it’s strange imagining the little girl who once dove—yes, dove—off the top of a slide ("because it was faster") behind the wheel of a car.
The Iburs moved to Richmond Heights in 2000, and say it’s the perfect place for artists, active individuals and families. Ted, a writer, musician and teacher at Steger Sixth Grade Center, and Anne, a painter, have two teenage girls: Bella and Lily, who are embarking on a creative endeavor of their own—the duo recently released an album and will perform at the South by Southwest music festival in March. The family told us more about what they love in Richmond Heights.
“Bass is a demanding mistress," says Jazz St. Louis executive director Gene Dobbs Bradford. "You don’t just leave her alone and expect to come back and everything is fine.”
What a difference a year makes. Since December 2012, Debbie Ross has lost 135 pounds with the help of weight-loss coach Charles D’Angelo.
To kick off the new year, we asked some of St. Louis’ biggest community boosters about their hopes for their favorite causes in the upcoming year:
Well, it has been a strange year in cinema. We’ve had movies without plots, without dialogue and without acting—although I guess as long as Vin Diesel is in the business, that’s always a possibility. We’ve had Oscar winners churn out stinkers and first-time actors deliver award-worthy performances. Without further ado…
The tradition of making New Year’s resolutions dates back to the ancient Romans and the mythical god, Janus. He was a two-faced man who represented the opportunity to reflect on the past and forgive one’s enemies while, at the same time, look toward the future and create goals for the New Year. Janus was so important to this ancient culture that they named the month of January after him.