Little Max started Pre-K this week, and took to it like a duck to water. He loves his teacher, loves the classroom, loves riding the bus. In fact, riding the bus is the best thing about his day.
If it's August (which it will be for the next 34 hours), it must be time for school in Indiana. And so far, at least, we're actually getting into something like a routine.
I wrote a story for Fort Wayne Monthly magazine's September issue about the good folks who work with Blessings in a Backpack.
It's time for some self-serving, shameless promotion: Mom's Night Out is fast approaching. It's Thursday, Aug. 23, to be exact, at Ceruti's on Innovation Boulevard.
If there’s one thing I dread about summer, it’s not the crazy heat, the windstorms or even the mosquitoes. It’s trying to finesse eight weeks of no school.
You know that show, "Breaking Bad"? If you gave my life a TV show title, it would probably be "Breaking Glass," because that's all that's happened at our house lately.
My son, the 4 year old, is a budding nudist. He loves nothing more than to race around the house buck naked, dangly bits flying through the air.
The birthday girl got a grown-up bike in celebration of her first decade on this Earth.
My kids are on the fast track to be taller than me in short (ahem) order. Emma, who recently turned 10, is well taller than I was at that age and is now up to my chin.
Is it just me, or do you also find yourself saying the same things over and over and over again?