Twenty-Two Tweens and a Telephone

I just got back from chaperoning a trip to a basketball tournament. Four adults, twenty-two tweens. Emotions, hormones, and sweat glands were running high. Deodorant was running low. For many of these kids, it was the longest they’d been without their parents, their first foray into independence. Add to all of that nerves and the…

Parents are Losing The Screen Wars. I’m One of Them.

Admitting you’re failing as a parent is never easy. Admitting it on social media means you’re opening yourself up to unsolicited advice–some well-meaning, some not–judgement, and commentary. Despite that, I’m going to offer myself up as a sacrificial lamb. I’m going to lay myself bare on the altar of parental judgement because I know I’m…

It’s the end of the world as we know it

“When I was young….” To my utter horror, I have been starting sentences this way. The most recent was a fight with my 8.5 year-old who wanted to do homework research on the iPad, more specifically on Netflix.  I balked.  Though I’m sure he could have found any number of interesting, educational, and informative programs…