August always feels like one long Sunday to me. It is also a time of year when parents across Canada begin the ritual of preparing their children for September.
We buy the backpacks, lunch kits, running shoes and pencil crayons. There is a nostalgic excitement to it all. I have worked as a school psychologist for the past 15 years. Even now, I still remember the scent of a fresh package of Mr. Sketch markers.
