Being a parent is a funny old game. Just last night I found myself watching television with the kids. It was a show almost 25 years old that I avoided in my youth because I thought it was dire. Second time around, it had me laughing out loud. I think I have no choice but
Hanging from the ceiling of our garage was a bag. Every time I passed this bag, I felt a pang of guilt because inside it were some very expensive sports items that I used to regularly use. Thanks to the radio station Heart, I’ve bought that bag and its contents out of retirement and it
The sheer randomness of childhood is one of its joys. Unconstrained by society’s rules, kids can get away with liking all sorts of things.
I’m having another parenting dilemma. It involves music and what singers and groups are appropriate for my children’s ears and eyes. When I say children, I’m mostly referring to Helen, who is six. Toddler Adams is still a bit young to be influenced by music videos and risqué lyrics. It’s not quite the same for
