Hey parents, let’s make a pact to not grow up. We can do this, right team!? I’m back on the Clorox Spin Cycle blog again this month sharing a six pack of childhood things that we adults shouldn’t give up just because we’ve grown-up. Take a look and tell me […]
According to her, I was insane. That’s what I got back after I texted my wife to say that I’d brought only the new Russell fleece zip hoodie with me to Detroit. Insane, in her mind, because the forecast in the D called for highs in the 20s and up […]
Think of it this way: one day she won’t be so little. One day Super Heroes and finger food will no longer dominate the conversation. And one day she’ll be out in the world putting her own unique imprints down on top of the earth, without you by her side […]
Every month I’m over on the Clorox Spin Cycle blog with a fun and sometimes funny (hey, I try) list. There’s the iconic tastes of childhood list (that I’m still super proud of because it isn’t just foods but atmosphere in which those foods are often enjoyed too — I’m […]
There’s a line in a Wolf Parade song that goes, “I’m not in love with the Modern World”. In many ways, this lyric serves as a mantra of mine because so much of what the modern world delivers is trivial and an absolute time suck but now when I say […]
There’s probably a bottle of Clorox® Regular-Bleach sitting in your laundry room right now. We’ve all got one; I think they must come standard when you buy a home. Maybe your bottle is covered in a layer of dust because you only grab it for the occasional laundry load. That’s […]
I don’t remember why we were in Kohl’s but within 5 minutes I found myself squeezing sideways through the ramshackle toy department in the far left corner of the big box store, between the surprising pop-up electronics section (has that always been there?) and racks upon racks of bedazzled little […]
When you’ve got no central air conditioning, you end up leaning on your ceiling fans heavily – heavy leaning like an awkward kid in 1989 holding up the wall at his first (and every other) high school dance. That kid may or may not be me. Moving on… Because I […]
