The Girls have been practicing all week. You see, they choreographed their Dance of the Mailman. I present to you the World Premiere ...

I'm always showcasing the Girls and how they like to wait for the mailman and attack the blinds. Here's a video I made, and...

There's an element to middle school yearbooks some parents don't understand: It's created by 13 and-14-year-olds. I am prou...

I submitted the final pages to the yearbook today, six days before my final deadline -- the earliest I have ever been done with a yearbook...

Here's the big question: Do we turn the power back on? At this point, it's been days. Weeks. Perhaps months. What was once a co...

I have a twisted shard of dark joy that allows for me to hate stupid things. Like this commercial.  I hated that it was on, but I lo...

Starting tomorrow, I have seven days until final deadline for this year's yearbook. There comes a time when it's time. I've hi...

 One of the jobs the Girls assigned themselves was watching out for the mailman. We always take pictures and post video, but the shenanig...

There was a time when we ate plenty of box dinners. Our worst offense (and even if it was placed in front of me today, I would probably e...

For Valentine's Day, well, actually the day before, I wanted to take Steph to a restaurant I hadn't been to since college. I ha...

am supposedly part of something that affects 12% of Americans. Sadly, I am lucky to be a part of the 4% that actually seeks help. Ou...