Three Ways I Cheat on My Children’s Homework

Boys experiencing homework frustrationMaybe you thought you were done with homework when you graduated high school. Maybe you thought you were done with homework when you graduated college. Maybe you thought you were done with homework when you completed your Master’s degree.

But here’s the truth.

If you have children, you are NEVER done with homework. It’s always there.

To put my teacher hat back on, I see the value of homework. I really do. Homework can be a useful tool for an educator. Homework is a way to recognize if a student has actually grasped the information. It also allows the teacher to know if anything has to be retaught.

Makes sense, right?

However as a parent, I don’t like homework. Now, that’s not to say I don’t want my children to have homework. If there’s a true educational purpose for the homework, I am all for it.

Yet, homework can be a pain in the neck. When my boys get home from school, homework is the last thing they want to do. Seriously, I think they would agree to eat brussel sprouts (tough rap those brussel sprouts always get), clean their rooms, and have needles stuck in their arms quicker than they would agree to do homework.

Well, they have no choice.  They need to get their homework done.

Inevitably, bumps arise while the boys are doing their homework. I try to assist and encourage them to soldier on. Sometimes, it works, and sometimes, it doesn’t.  Frustration mounts. Tears are shed. Curses are spewed. And my children are upset too.

It’s around this time when I cheat on my children’s homework. You heard me: I Cheat on My Children’s Homework. And so does Ms. MMKK. Don’t judge us – I bet you’ve done it too.

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Whit Honea: Always a Writer

White Honea: Writer

Whit Honea: A Writer to Admire.

“Hey Dad, what are you doing?”

“I’m emailing myself.”

“Again?”

Whit Honea used to walk around with scraps of paper in his pocket. Today, in the technical age, he is more likely to email himself thoughts, feelings on how a moment impacts him, book ideas, story lines, or potential blog posts that used to appear on those scraps of paper.

Yes, Whit Honea is a writer.  In fact, he says he has always been a writer. Whit, who graduated from the University of Arizona with a degree in Creative Writing, says “writing is what I do for a living and for a hobby.” He adds “even when I’m not writing, I’m writing. I can be in the middle of watering the lawn and something will come to me and I have to go in and write what I was thinking.”

Over the course of his career, Whit has written for many publications and websites. Here is just a partial list: Babble, Fandango, Huffington Post, The Disney Blog, and Today Parents. Another place where you can read his work is on Honea Express, his Award-winning blog which focuses on parenting, entertainment, and humor.

I’ve been fortunate to ‘meet’ Whit through the dad bloggers Facebook group we both belong to. Whit has been a dad blogger for years.  “Everything I write, I write through the lens of a parent.  I can’t separate myself from being a dad. Yet Whit is “not comfortable with the term” as he does not like labeling people. He does however appreciate the community.

Occasionally, Whit and I email or speak. As I go through my current transition to a freelance writer, I find these conversations invaluable. Having someone with whom I can speak that is a real live writer and whose work I admire serves as inspiration.

Don’t tell Whit what I just said. You see he finds it hard to receive compliments about his writing particularly when the work is more personal. Yet, the father of two is very happy to see people succeed that he cares for and respects.

His most personal work is his first book, The Parents’ Phrasebook which was published by Adams Media, a division of F+W Media, Inc. “Writing the book was a relief because I had wanted to do it for so long. I thought I needed it to validate myself as a writer, and it feels good to have something that is tangible and point to and say I did that,”  said Whit.

However, just because he has a book about parenting, don’t call him a parenting expert – he says he’s not. Whit says he wanted to write a practical book that is based on experience, and trial and error.  “The book offers what NOT to do, because I have really been in those situations!” The goal of the book is to help parents communicate with their kids.

By the way, Whit is one of those people who has a million jobs and yet always seems to find time. One of his jobs is a Senior Account Executive for XY Media Group. They work with various brands trying to reach the dad market. XY Media Group encourages positive portrayals of fatherhood in media, marketing, and research efforts. He recently co-founded, along with Carter Gaddis, an organization entitled Dads 4 Change. The site highlights charitable action and raises awareness of causes and social good.

Whit offered me some advice regarding writing. “Some people say mean things but don’t let the negative feedback take a toll on your life.” He added for too long took he took the negative feedback seriously. “Put time and energy into things that matter,” added Whit.

By the way, Whit still does occasionally write those ideas he has on paper, or on the back of junk mail, or on form sent home from his children’s school. Just don’t call those pieces of paper scrap because someday he is going to turn those words into gold.

Derek Jeter: My Twin, Sort Of…

Derek Jeter on big board at Yankee StadiumIt’s the day after in my part of the world. The day after what you may be wondering?Well, baseball’s regular season ended yesterday. The end marks another disappointing season for the locals, AKA the Yankees. Yankee fans (Mrs. MMK among them) are not used to the season ending in September as they have been spoiled by long reigns of success.However, this year’s disappointing season hurts even more as it corresponds with the final season of Derek Jeter. To say Derek Jeter is loved around here is an understatement along the lines of, “Those ISIS folks are not good people.”

Jeter’s impending departure has been resonating for the whole season but has ramped up the past week.  He was talked about and or interviewed in seemingly every newspaper, television channel, and radio station ad nausea.

It seems everyone has a Derek Jeter story. Well, here is mine.

You see Derek Jeter and I share something. But first, let me tell you some of our differences so you don’t confuse us.

Unlike Derek Jeter, I am not chick magnet who has dated Hollywood starlets, pop stars, or beauty pageant winners. But, my wife kind of likes me though.

Unlike Derek Jeter, I have not earned millions and millions of dollars. However, I am able to pay the mortgage, and I eat pretty well.

Unlike Derek Jeter, I don’t have millions of fans who applaud my every move. Yet, I did once have a blog post go on Huffington Post that got six hundred likes on Facebook.

Unlike Derek Jeter, I was not part of a team that won Five World Series Championships. But I did form a team – along with my co-manager, Ms. MMK, – and BR and SJ are signed to long term contracts.

So, what the heck do Derek Jeter and I have in common?

Well, we both came to the New York area in 1995. Derek Jeter of course came up through the Yankees farm system before debuting in May of 1995. He was sent down to the minors later in the season but did finish the season with the Yankees.

I arrived in New York in August of 1995.  I landed in downtown Brooklyn. That fall I was enrolled in the master’s program at the Long Island University, Brooklyn.

While I was excited and elated at the prospect of living in New York, I was intimidated. I didn’t know anyone either in the master’s program or in the city. You would think the odds of meeting one person in a city of 8.5 million would be high.  But it wasn’t easy. In fact, there were times when I felt lonely. Just like Derek Jeter who noted that he was overmatched when he came out of High School and started in the minors. He says he called his parents often and even thought about coming home (and leaving baseball).  In fact, he even cried.

On the first Sunday of my residency in New York, I went to Central Park. Backpack, bagel, and book in hand, I meandered around Vaux and Olmstead’s creation and stared at everything. People who saw me probably wrote me off as a goofy tourist from some hick town. And in some ways, maybe I was.  Anyway, the beauty, diversity, and cool energy of Central Park made me love Central Park from that very first Sunday.

In Derek Jeter’s first full season – 1996 – he won the American League rookie of the year award, and was one of the leaders of the Yankees World Series winning team. He also was already a darling to Yankees fans and respected by his teammates.

By 1996, I had wandered around many parts of New York City, learned the subway system and was no longer intimidated by its vastness. I had made a number of friends, many of whom I am still in touch with today. My grades were excellent, and I felt myself gaining confidence in my writing.

Fast forward to today and Derek Jeter has said goodbye to New York and Yankees fans. He made an indelible mark and will be forever loved in this part of the world. I, however, will continue the journey – from across the river in the New Jersey suburbs.

Thanks for pointing the way Derek.

I’ve got it from here.

 

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PURSUING A DREAM: NO MORE SCHOOL BELLS

DreamsI know you have dreams. Maybe, you’re pursuing and accomplishing them. Maybe you consciously gave up on them and moved on. Or maybe your dreams have fallen by the wayside because, well, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans,” as John Lennon said in Beautiful Boy.

It was the early to mid-90’s, and I was in the middle of my traveling years. This was a special time for me. You might say I found myself though I never knew I was lost.

On Columbus Day weekend, a couple of friends and I decided to rent a cottage in Lake George, NY.  We sat by the lake, fished, rented a canoe, and just hung out. We also partook in some substances.

The next morning when my head stopped spinning, I was sitting on the porch in my underwear. The rest of my clothes were wet. Don’t ask me how – I have no idea. One of my buddies – EI – and I were talking about our dreams, goals, and where we saw ourselves in the future. I forget EI’s response. Hey, it had been a crazy night. Yet, I remember what I said, “I want to have a piece of my writing published by the time I’m 30.”

I never submitted anything to a publisher.

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