Thanks to The Network Niche, today’s post is sponsored by Music & Arts. Should I listen to The Epic (quite literally), nearly 3-hour long Kamasi Washington album a few more times straight through, there may be a cardiac situation in my home. This is because a tiny piece of me […]
OWTK is a brand ambassador for TracFone’s #TracFoneFamily campaign. All opinions expressed below are honest and unbiased, as always. These kinds of conversations simply don’t happen. Frankly, there have been disturbingly few conversations between my brother and I over the past several years, but the ones we have had were […]
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 […]
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 […]
There was a Chinese symbol, written haphazardly in black ink, encased inside a cheaply made, 6×9 black plastic frame. It was one of my few prized possessions, so it came with me to Philly and hung bedside in my first two apartments and later, it made the trip to my […]
