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The Secret Adam Lanza and I Shared

I am a wife, mother, nurse, sister, daughter and friend. I have an enviable life, a comfortable middle-class existence, and a career that I love. I pride myself today on my inner strength, my sense of humor and resilience.

Yet, 22 years ago, when I was around the same age as Adam Lanza, I wanted to blow my brains out.

It's a long-buried memory, and a shameful one. I've never spoken about until now, not even to my husband. 

My Thoughts, Day Two

Yesterday I was heartbroken. Today I’m angry. Teeth-gritting, hair-pulling, head-shaking angry.

Random thoughts that dart back and forth like the air hockey game my son loves to play. The gunman’s mother owned three guns, according to several news sources. One of them is a rifle, says a legal analyst. He’s careful to point out that it was not an automatic weapon like folks are mistakenly saying, though it is quite similar.

When Will These School Shootings Stop?

My son’s principal just sent an email asking parents to come get our kids—and exactly where to find them, as soon as dismissal time arrives in 45 minutes. Only two doors to the school are open now. She mentions scary things like “copycat crimes” in the wake of this morning’s horrific shooting at an elementary school in Connecticut. Considering the similar mall shooting in Oregon earlier this week, the news is particularly unsettling, if not downright terrifying. 

Kindergarten: Now Harder than Ever!

When I went to my daughter's kindergarten orientation, the teachers said the kids would be studying reading and math, as well as Spanish, art, and music. There would be a poetry night and field trips. I wanted to ask if I'd accidentally wandered into a grad school!

Kindergarten has changed dramatically over the past decade. It's called the “push-down effect”: Academic content in all grades is being ramped up, making preschool the new kindergarten, kindergarten the new first grade, and so on.

"Skype Saved My Marriage!"

I love my wife, Diane, like crazy. But I still wanted to pull my hair out sometimes.

What did we fight about? Money, for one. I was used to spending at will; she insisted every purchase be made together. Another flash point was the in-laws. They tended to butt in, and we weren't on the same page about them.

Diane pushed therapy; I pushed back. I hated doctor's offices. We had no time. So Diane, a Google fanatic, found a Skype counselor.