Jane Coburn

My Kid is Not a Dog When Austin was in sixth grade there was another sixth grade mother who spent a lot of time at school volunteering. ...

I wrote this essay over 9 years ago! I found it in my files and decided to share it with a parent I am coaching who is working hard to...

I present the familiar green and white box to him. By the look on his face, I know he remembers. His favorite boyhood taffy. I wonder if...

Being bald never bothered me. Unless I was cold, no hat adorned my head. No wigs purchased. When people stared or looked away sadly, I...