We were driving home from the beach when 4 year old Luke lost it. By “lost it,” I mean, overtired-middle-child-syndrome-broken-record-insane-chanting lost it. We were listening to children’s music in the car, and I guess Luke wanted it to be a little louder. From the back of the car I heard, “Mama, I can’t hear.” But, when I directly addressed his complaint by turning up the music to a volume level a few notches lower than Will Definitely Deafen You, he (...Read More)
Now, y’all without sin go ahead and throw that first stone… I come from a small town. (Cue John Mellencamp music.) It’s a great place to live, if you like majestic mountains, winning sports teams, and knowing your neighbors. If, however, you’re an outsider—and act like one—you’re liable to find yourself on the wrong side of an angry mob, and that’s just what happened to my local newspaper editor. Mr. Editor has a habit of evoking strong emotions from the (...Read More)
From my stump speech: “Ask not what your parents can do for you. Ask what you can do for yourself!”
At some point most parents have to hire a babysitter (unless you are blessed to have grandparents close by without Bunko commitments on a Saturday night.) Anyone who has been through the babysitter search knows it is an exhaustive process to find someone of sound mind and body capable of putting your children to bed with more compassion than your own “GET TO BED NOW” threats, and no one wants to come home to find a Nancy Grace camera crew (...Read More)
There’s no day so bad that can’t be improved by the sound of your child’s laughter.