My parents live still in the house where I grew up. It’s too big for their needs but memories keep it off the market. Not that they entertain to this extent but if needed, roughly six cars could be lined up in a row on the driveway, the bottom three […]
It’s often described as a tightrope but that’s not terribly accurate; there is no risk of falling off either side. This period of life, the immeasurable, undefinable, delicate space between childhood and young adulthood, is more akin to finding yourself in the middle of a meadow. It can be peaceful […]
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 […]
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 […]
In your opinion, what’s the most iconic taste of childhood? Is it the orange wedge you’d shove in your mouth at halftime of the your youth soccer game, the funnel cake at the county fair, a fresh apple picked off a tree on a cool autumn morning, or a PB&J […]
She’s arrived here at her own pace, free from impediments and devoid of turbocharged power boosts that would race her toward an imaginary checkered flag finish line. My oldest daughter is 12, and a half, technically, a tween by any definition, and her childhood is still going strong. Some days […]
Technically speaking, my kids aged out of the picture book demographic…a half decade ago, but we all still appreciate the art, creativity and inspiration found in the best books written and illustrated for the toddler set. We love it when food talks, when inanimate objects come to life on the […]
While it can be, how shall I phrase this, excruciating-mind-numbingly-awful slightly off-putting to parent a child who is making extraordinary claims of rampant, unimaginable levels of boredom, I contend still, even after 12 years as a dad (hah, maybe because of it), that there’s little else I’d rather my child […]
