Month: July 2018

What do you do when a team of super heroes visits your house? You feed them tacos and invite them to sing karaoke. Obviously. In our case, the super heroes in question were a dozen members of a drama troop from Northern Ireland that are facilitating two weeks of high-intensity drama camp in our town… Continue reading To Children, Camp Counselors Are Super Heroes

I bought an eggplant this week. It was an odd choice, I’ll admit, since no one in my household likes eggplant but parenting is a strange and unpredictable journey. Also, children are weird. Have I mentioned that recently? Take my children, for example. A couple weeks ago, they started lobbying to have ratatouille for dinner.… Continue reading In Which an Eggplant Is Roundly Rejected

I hear that summer is a time to kick back and relax. According to pop culture, Instagram, and parenting magazines, one is invited to enjoy lazy days by the swimming pool or weekends at the lake. Perhaps you’ll schedule a family vacation to the beach or Disney World or Seattle. The kids will sleep in,… Continue reading Lazy Summer Days (Ha Ha Ha)

Fireworks scare me. Not the big booming displays, mind you. Those are fine and I enjoy them very much. It’s the close-range explosives that make me wildly nervous. I think I was a teenager before I willingly handled a sparkler. Those things are terrifying. Lucky for me, I grew up in Illinois where virtually all… Continue reading In Which I Bravely Purchase (and Ignite) Fireworks