I think of all the things my master ankle-biter will be able to sink his teeth into:
Once I have politely requested my children’s attention a dozen times to no avail, I am no longer interested in soothing tones.
Life is fragile, and the parts that sparkle are all around, even when you can’t see them through your rosé covered glasses.
Last Wednesday, Sara Olsen, local nurse and mother of two teenagers, sent a simple text message that had her family convinced she was mad at them for a solid week.
The one about why fourth grade homework needs to be so complicated, and what result did everyone get for that one Common Core math problem?
As summer 2020 wraps up, it seems we’re still no closer to getting our shit together, and I mean that collectively, as in the human race as a whole.
I’m not sure you understand how difficult it is to live in a house full of other people day in and day out doing the same thing over and over and over.
These local pre-teens are congregating in a circle, on their bikes, and their masks don’t cover their noses.