This is the first of a series of discussion on antibiotics. Enjoy.
Tag Archives: kids
Buy- then purge
Even at 97, one can get a real charge!
I know I am an old fart. But, it is hard for me to realize that my kids don’t really know the “pleasure” of finding just the right battery for their flashlight, their radio, or other electronic devices.
G-g-g-generations
The world as many of my generation knows it is changing.
Universal Child Care
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the child care crisis in America. Working parents have difficult times finding quality day care- at reasonable prices- for their kids. It is not atypical that the costs for child care swallows up the net pay (after taxes) of the lower paid spouse.
How can we make STEM flower?
When I tell folks that I really want our children to become comfortable with STEM, they (naturally) assume I want great courses in science, engineering, technology, and math. Sure, I do. As well as great programs in music, grammar (none of this BS ‘texting vernacular’), history, citizenship, and the rest. Because our kids need to be world citizens.
A blessing on your head, mazel tov, mazel tov…
Now, that corporate taxes have all been filed (whaddaya mean you haven’t filed yet?), a great burden has been lifted. Oh, sure, I still have a slew of personal taxes to compute and file for my clients, but about 2/3 of those needs are related to the corporate taxes we already filed. So, the unknowns have been greatly attenuated.
Continue reading A blessing on your head, mazel tov, mazel tov…
What did you do last Saturday?
I admit it. I’m aching. Because two days ago, along with a slew of my fellow shul-mates, I walked from 16th & Jonquil Streets to 4th and Pennsylvania Avenue. I had forgotten that more than 7 mile trek was going to be an uphill climb. (Yes, that made the return trip somewhat less troubling.)
#NeverAgain
Here I am- swamped. I’m not complaining. I’m honored so many folks want us to help them with their tax filings.
It all stems from STEM
I remember when I was a little tyke, I would play in my basement. No, not with conventional toys. Oh, sure, one of my distant cousins (who was deeply involved with Sperry Gyroscope and its military inventions) had given me his son’s wonderful Lionel train set (which remained in my possession until I was 12 years old). But, it was my Lionel-Porter Chemistry set that held my attention.