Shoveling Stone

When Holt was just a baby, I had to go to a meeting one night for my job. I was not very happy that I had to attend a two-hour meeting at night after a long day of teaching school. Holt was only a few months old, so I was upset that my job was taking me away from...

Tattle Telling

As a teacher, I like the notorious child who makes it his or her mission to right the wrongs of others.  This child, often known as a tattletale, can be a teacher’s best informant when no one else is talking. At first, the information offered by the tattletale...

Real Hope

When my oldest son, Holt Rowland, decided that he wanted to play baseball, my husband made sure that he would have every opportunity to learn about the sport. We bought Holt a glove and ball, a bat, a batting helmet, cleats for his feet, and of course, those cool,...

A Lesson From The Pit

I learned a long time ago that I don’t have life figured out. If you ever, for one second, think that we, here at “The Holt Rowland Foundation blog,” have all the secrets to coping with life’s struggles figured out, you would be mistaken. When...

Daydream Believer

I have a big imagination, and I’m pretty sure that I passed down my “big dreamer mentality” to both of my boys. It doesn’t bother me; I just love to hear them talk about doing things that are unimaginable. Even if I think their ideas sound, you...

A Perfect Story

If I could describe this summer in one word, I would use the word, “Whew!”  I have been so busy the last two weeks from enjoying my family to completing projects. Today, things finally slowed down a little, and I decided I would sit and try to write. So I...