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"How to tell if your kids are playing Fortnite," read a recent press release in my inbox. "What Parents Need To Know," the headline warned. But I'm a parent, and I play Fortnite. What I want to know is how to improve my aim. How can I build shelters faster? How can I remember which ammo goes in which gun? What's their range? And I know my kids are playing because sometimes, they're playing with me. At the start, I didn't want a video gaming system in the house.
As we move forward together as a community into spring, I'm going to ask an important question: Are we all done cleaning up after the dog? You know what I'm talking about. You might want to set this aside until after breakfast. It was a good year for me regarding dog-poo cleanup season. One day, it seemed, everything was still frozen and covered with snow. The next, we were standing in sunshine and brown grass dotted with doo-doo.
If you were in a big Ford truck at the London Road McDonald's drive-through about 8:40 a.m. Wednesday, you paid $6.41 for the breakfast of the person behind you. It was me, and I'd like to thank you. It was gearing up to be an ordinary day, one filled with thoughts about "why is it still so cold" and "what should I make for dinner" but turned into a day where I kept thinking instead: "That man bought my breakfast. That was so nice."
You can talk about your pussy willows, robins and mud puddles, but the first literal sign of spring is that suddenly-ubiquitous rummage sale sign. I saw my first last week. It was decorated with striped duct tape and red tinsel. It was my favorite kind of sign, with the words "Garage Sale" and a big arrow, no tiny address to decipher from my car.
I visited my oldest son at college recently. I'll admit, I didn't 100 percent like it. It has been easy to basically forget he doesn't live with us anymore. Those last two years of high school, we didn't see him much, always off doing his own thing. When he came home during winter break, it felt like he'd never left.
Rachel Jackson made it clear from the start: She's no expert. But as assistant principal of Ordean East Middle School for five years, dean for three, a math teacher for 12 years and parent for 27, she's seen some stuff — stuff that would curl your hair and short-circuit your phone. Jackson presented information to parents Thursday evening about social media and how to keep kids safe. She and co-presenter Michael Emerson, dean of students and also a former teacher, relayed their own experiences along with charts, facts and well-earned opinions.
I'm taking a weekend class about comedy skit writing. It's one of those things people do to learn a little something, meet people and get out of their comfort zone. I'm having fun with it. It's a world away from my recent work in graduate school. I learned a lot and met people there, too, but it's nice to take a class where I don't really have to do the homework.
The presidential election result made me think of the times all my children, at about age 3, and always as I’m tucking them in to bed, asked me, “Mom, are...
My husband and I went out for dinner recently for our anniversary, then had a beer at Sir Ben’s. As we talked, I remembered a new thing our teenage son had showed me, a game called “Pokemon Go” that I had downloaded on my phone. I suggested we go for a walk and play the game.