Just Because Kids Are Physically Ready, It Doesn't Always Mean They're Ready


This week I dropped off Gomer for his first day of high school.

I think he was in kindergarten when I started this blog, so I can't even right now. This raising teen stuff is hard. I'll take potty-training any day of the week, please.

A lot has changed over the years. He's now taller than me (which isn't that hard), hairier than me (which is harder than you'd think), and quieter than me (no one in this family is louder than me, although Adolpha's trying to take that spot).

Ladies, Please Stop Nagging Your Husbands (and Other Terrible Advice for a Pandemic)

Today I woke up in my third week of staying at home and I perused the news like I do every morning. As you can imagine, there wasn'...