Sheep Groomers, Shipt Shoppers, and the Blessed Virgin Mary
A scene from that quirky 1993 movie Household Saints had been on my mind, and I found myself watching well beyond the part I intended to revisit.
A scene from that quirky 1993 movie Household Saints had been on my mind, and I found myself watching well beyond the part I intended to revisit.
I have my share of impulsive freak-outs when I glance at the couch from the kitchen and see my tween daughters in their favorite spots staring at their screens again.
We are inching ever-closer to the “first Tuesday after the first Monday in the month of November,” and whether you live in one of the five states that vote by post, plan to early vote, or are an enthusiastic wait-in-line, sticker-wearing, day-of participant, our most notorious opportunity for civic engagement is upon us.
I recently had a conversation with someone about their autistic son. It wasn’t a comfortable chat, being marked with regret and sadness and questions about faith. I
When the social isolation impacts of the Coronavirus began, I was talking to my kids’ shared godmother about how she was doing.
Our almost-8-year-old son is attending two weeks of day camp right now, in the middle of July, hopefully before the second wave of covid-19 crashes into our area of central Virginia.
As the coronavirus pandemic stretches longer and longer, figuring out how to parent in this time of uncertainty adds new challenges each and every day.
“As soon as you’re a parent, you have this fear that you’re going to f*ck it all up.” —Dax Shepard,