I once had a (beloved) teacher who wrote a good-bye poem for each of her classes; she described each student perfectly with only a few lines...

I have not spent so much time checking my email and Facebook since . . .this time last year. You see, the week before school starts, we get ...

I didn't cry. Ironflower didn't cry. Hot Guy didn't cry. But Lovebug threw a fit when we left Ironflower at preschool today. As ...