I’ve written it many times before, here and elsewhere, “If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress.” Stop me if you’ve heard this one before, but that profoundly simple Frederick Douglass quote has been my mantra for decades and as such, it is a line I deliver often today […]
OWTK is a compensated brand ambassador for TracFone’s #TracFoneFamily campaign. All opinions expressed below are honest and unbiased, as always. Young kids and cellphones. Not quite Pandora’s Box, but things can get heated when parents holding opposing viewpoints square off over the how, when and why of it all […]
Thank you, Mrs. Yoder. Thank you, Camp Invention. Thank you for doing what I’m not always capable of doing if surrounded by all that glue, all those shreds of paper, all those nuts and bolts, all the eager hands in there bumping against each other longing to be a part […]
Throughout the course of an American football game, there are countless opportunities to get up from your lucky chair — the one that, thanks to you sitting in it religiously for every game while wearing your unwashed jersey, undoubtedly propelled your team to victory last season — to replenish your […]
There is a place of learning where no one is teaching to a test, a place where #2 pencils are not needed to shade tiny standardized circles, a place where kids are encouraged to challenge their preconceived notions about what is possible. This place, in actuality, is hundreds of places […]
Apparently, NOT saying sorry to your kid is a thing. A thing that actual parents do. On purpose. For what illogical reasons I can only guess; to be tough, to be dominant, to show no sign of weakness? I cannot imagine not being upfront and honest with my kids, or […]
There are two handfuls of crabgrass sprouting relentlessly from the jagged cracks in the foundation where the driveway holds hands with the weathered brick walkway guiding footsteps to the front door of our home. This is a tram stop now, the visitor’s center and restrooms are up that path a […]
It’s not a dollhouse, but it ain’t a McMansion either. We bought a modest ranch home 14 years ago; before the stuff of children, before the claws of cats, before we could afford window treatments in every room. Now, our quaint suburban bungalow is overstuffed with, well, it’s overstuffed with […]
