My term as PTA president will end on June 30^th.  My duties will not end entirely though because there will be that transition time and then, come the new school year, I will be the Historian.  I like the idea of historian because it sounds sort of fusty, like I might get to hang out in some old, ill-lit room cataloguing mimeograph machines and film strips and science books written before the moon-landing.

I am envious of our new president.  She will have three vice-presidents and a secretary who won’t bail three weeks in (like mine did) and a treasurer who is an actual, bone fide…

I was supposed to have posted already, you know something pithy and on point about the PTA what with being an in-the-know president and all, but, truthfully, it’s beginning to make me all a bit ill… and this is why.  I’ll tell you I’ve pretty much always voted Democrat.  I’m always open to voting for a Republican, I just haven’t yet.  Years and years ago Rolling Stone Magazine had an article “Why I’m a Democrat/Why I’m a Republican” and, let me tell you, P.J. O’Rourke’s Republican argument was far more compelling and amusing and one hundred times less whiny.  Democrats do get…

December 19^th was our last day of school.I brought my children home still delirious from Holiday classroom parties and candy-cane overdosage.Three weeks of idyllic winter holidays lay before us filled with beautiful California weather and making lunch at lunchtime and not at the crack of dawn.Ah.

On our return, a parcel was waiting for me from the PTA.At that time of year I receive nice things from the people I have worked for, you know Harry and David pears and branded premiums.The PTA was not so personal.It was a pile of coupons to be distributed to parents to use at Jamba…