Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe Jennifer is a mom to two teens, as well as a middle school teacher for 22 years. After graduating from UC Berkeley with a degree in English, she returned to her California hometown to teach, mother and write. Jennifer ijust completed work on a grant from the U.S. Dept. of Education studying global teaching, and writes for mamawolfe, Yahoo! and DavisPatch.com

Web Site: http://jenniferwolfe.net


Bring A Little Joy To The World

Dec 21, 2014
Bring A Little Joy To The World

The heat slapped us in the face as we enter, shaking off the drizzle from our sweaters. The air, not as unpleasant as I expected, had that institutional smell, a mixture of leftover lunch, sickness and aging. I smiled at my son as he awkwardly drifted to the chair in the back of the...

Two Kinds of Quiet

Dec 20, 2014
Two Kinds of Quiet

Cello strains of “O Come O Come, Emmanuel” were suddenly the only sounds in my living room. It’s quiet, I realized as I savored the last crumbs of my peanut butter toast. Too quiet. So quiet, I can feel everything. My coffee has cooled over the last three hours I’ve been awake. Two separate...

Thankful She’s Home

Nov 27, 2014
Thankful She’s Home

I went to four grocery stores yesterday. She wanted fresh fruit and raspberry Greek yogurt-things she cannot get in her dorm cafeteria. Lucky we live in California – no struggle finding fresh produce, so I bought a bounty and brought it home. I was a woman on a mission, in search of the perfect...

These Moms, They Don’t Know Me

Nov 19, 2014
These Moms, They Don’t Know Me

I don’t recognize any of the faces at pick-up. It’s been two years since kindergarten, and I stand in the hallway like the nanny in our small town of well-dressed, Volvo-driving mommies. They chat like old friends, tossing the occasional glance my way. I know there are checking me out, wondering which kid I...

Something – Anything – Pumpkin

Nov 5, 2014
Something – Anything – Pumpkin

It all started with a need for something-anything- pumpkin. A simple request from my girl, far away in her dorm room, sent me rushing through Trader Joe’s, dodging the UCD freshmen scavenging for their Friday night snacks. Jammed up in the produce section, I can see the hunger in their eyes – already the cafeteria...

Something – Anything – Pumpkin

Nov 5, 2014
Something – Anything – Pumpkin

It all started with a need for something-anything- pumpkin. A simple request from my girl, far away in her dorm room, sent me rushing through Trader Joe’s, dodging the UCD freshmen scavenging for their Friday night snacks. Jammed up in the produce section, I can see the hunger in their eyes – already the cafeteria...

Friday Photo: A Day Taken For Granted

Oct 31, 2014
Friday Photo: A Day Taken For Granted

This is a day I cradle in the tender palms of my memory, a day taken for granted for its beauty, it’s fleetingness. This is a day I likely smiled and laughed through part of, a day I possibly looked forward to and couldn’t wait to end. This is a day when she was...

Friday Photo: A Day Taken For Granted

Oct 31, 2014
Friday Photo: A Day Taken For Granted

This is a day I cradle in the tender palms of my memory, a day taken for granted for its beauty, it’s fleetingness. This is a day I likely smiled and laughed through part of, a day I possibly looked forward to and couldn’t wait to end. This is a day when she was...

Every Day is a Gift

Oct 27, 2014
Every Day is a Gift

Getting him out of bed in the morning typically takes multiple attempts and a variety of approaches-literally and figuratively. I start with the quiet, gentle approach – silently walking in, whispering ‘good morning’ to the darkness, and try to locate his cheek amidst the tangle of blankets and pillows and an occasional small-but-furry dog....

Halloween Costumes: Moments I Thought Would Never End

Oct 24, 2014
Halloween Costumes: Moments I Thought Would Never End

  All I wanted to find were the pumpkin lights to hang outside. It was Saturday and finally felt like fall. Hurriedly, I cracked open the plastic box and smiled as obnoxiously bright orangish-red curls exploded into my face. She was about 11 when she wore that, I thought. I never saw that coming...

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