recent posts
- Tiny July Moment | The Late-Night Laughter in Sadie’s Bedroom
- Our Vacation Was Kind of… Shitty (There, I Said It.)
- The Sound of Boyhood ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
- I Want My Kids to Have a 1993 Summer
- Tiny May Moment | All the Friends’ Shoes Piled by the Door
- An Official Ranking of Everyone’s End-of-School-Year Attitude
- Tiny April Moment | A Quiet Car Ride Home
- April Is Just May in Disguise (Send Snacks)
- Tiny March Moment | That One Warm Day Everyone Needed
- The Month My Kids Outgrew Something…Again
Category: Laughter
-
There are some summer moments that arrive with a little fanfare. Fireworks bursting overhead. A family vacation gets photographed (or not) from every angle. A birthday cake appears, candles glowing, everyone gathered close. And then there are the moments no one plans for. No one poses for them. No one knows they are about to…
-
Note to self: Never take teenagers on vacation again!
-
A few weeks ago I took three 13-year-old boys (well… one is almost 13) out for the evening. I’ll admit it—I was a little nervous. Three teenage boys? That sounded like the beginning of a parenting horror story. I pictured endless fart jokes, awkward silence, questionable decision-making, and me wondering why I ever thought this…
-
I keep thinking about the summer before eighth grade. It was 1993. I was thirteen—the same age my kids are now—and if you had asked me what I was doing on any given Tuesday, I probably couldn’t have told you. The days all blurred together in the best possible way. There were no notifications. No…
-
It starts with one extra pair. Set just slightly off to the side, like it’s not quite sure it belongs yet. Then another. And another. Until suddenly, without ceremony or announcement, your entryway tells the whole story: They’re here. The Quiet Sign of a Full House You don’t always hear them arrive. Sometimes it’s just…
-
March used to mean puddles. Not metaphorical ones. Real, muddy, sun-warmed puddles that gathered at the edge of the driveway and along the sidewalk where winter finally loosened its grip. Back then, March arrived in the form of rain boots lined up by the door, jackets half-zipped, and three small voices asking, “Can we go…
-
Ten days from now, our house will quietly (and not so quietly) cross a threshold. Ten days from now, Jase, Henley, and Sadie will turn thirteen. Thirteen feels different. Not louder, exactly. Just heavier. Like a door swinging shut behind us while another creaks open ahead. We’re not slamming the door on childhood—we’re just setting…
-
January, as it turns out, is not a fresh start. It is not a clean slate. It is not a gentle reset. It is not an opportunity for growth, reflection, or becoming a better version of yourself. According to my almost teenagers, January is an offense. An inconvenience. A personal attack. A month that should…
-
My Loves— We are standing at the beginning of a new year, and I want to mark this moment. Not with resolutions or promises we can’t keep, not with a highlight reel or a tidy bow—but with truth. With gratitude. With the quiet kind of love that has carried us when nothing else could. This…
-
Thanksgiving break: the magical time when school screeches to a halt, turkey takes center stage, and your tweens remind you why teachers deserve hazard pay. While Pinterest shows us candlelit tablescapes with acorn garlands, what we actually get is five full days of “I’m bored,” sticky pumpkin pie residue on the counter, and the eternal…
Fry, Party of Five 