This summer constitutes the shortest break ever for most of the schools in Western North Carolina (at least for students in the public school systems).
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This summer constitutes the shortest break ever for most of the schools in Western North Carolina (at least for students in the public school systems).
I had the best weekend ever. I mean, really. Cause we were, like, packing for the beach? And you know when you have kids? And you’re going on a trip? And you have to pack for, like, three people and a dog?
What flies out the window for moms after that first baby is birthed? A whole lot. That damn stork drops off the baby then takes off with stuff like sleep and exercise.
If I personally were to tip toward a specific personality disorder, it’d most certainly be paranoia.
Have any moms you know suddenly stopped eating garlic? Are they looking pale and a bit lovelorn? Are they carrying around door-stopper-sized books with black covers? If so, they just might be Twilight Moms.
Are you a “helicopter” or “lawnmower” parent? Or do you identify as a “free-range” or “slow” parent?
I’m writing this from a sun-drenched island in South Georgia. At the moment, I’m inside, hiding from the midday sun, yet I’m still gooey with sunscreen. Sunscreen that I recently discovered might cause cancer — not prevent it.
Our kids understand that we’re trashing the earth. A 2009 poll revealed that one in three of those aged 6 to 11 fears an apocalypse in their lifetimes. Rightly so.
I’m a hypocrite. I do and say things that I don’t want my kids to emulate.
President Barack Obama’s and First Lady Michelle Obama’s spring break visit to Asheville personally inspired me to eat ribs at 12 Bones Smokehouse (not that I needed an excuse). The first couple’s visit also inspired Buncombe County Commissioner Holly Jones to a healthier, albeit somewhat less tasty, goal.
Manners and proper etiquette were huge topics of conversation in my house growing up — often rising above politics, religion and even football as important discussion fodder.
May seems to jumpstart Western North Carolina’s summer season — what with local festivals happening practically every weekend, tourists appearing in smallish droves, and the winding down of the academic year. Oh, and the Tourists, as in the Asheville Tourists, are back in the ballpark. Which brings me to my topic for this week: cool, […]
Raise your hand if you, your kids, or someone you know learned to swim at the Asheville YWCA under the tutelage of Jean Coile and her teaching staff.
So your kid wakes up and says she feels sick. You take her temp. It’s normal. You look for snot and ask if any other unusual body fluids have been released. You examine her for paleness, lethargy and swollen lymph nodes. None of these are present, but she’s still complaining. Do you send her to school or not?
There’s a new type of doula on the scene.
You can’t swing a dead opossum in Asheville without hitting a writer. And some of these writers are writing kids books. A few are writing for parents. Now you can take that “buy local” mantra to the next level by purchasing locally written (and a few locally published) books at one of our independent bookstores (gaining complete “put your $ where your heart is” cred).
I realize that no longer speaking the same language as my kids isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
The appearance of my private parts has never limited me in any way. But, damn, should I be concerned?
All we ask, guys, is that if you’re going to insist on standing, playing with your pipe and leaving a mess behind, just close the lid afterward.
That, to me, is the essence of marriage — you get to learn just how to annoy that special person
I’m going to offer you a deal. I’ll tell you about a bunch of inexpensive and kids-eat-free restaurant options locally, so you can save money while feeding your children. But you have to promise me that you’ll send any cash you save to Haitian relief programs.