I don’t know about you, but if I had to best describe my kids this summer, it would probably be “free-range raccoons.” They’ve enjoyed every second of staying up way past their bedtime. They’ve sustained themselves largely with popsicles and Pirate’s Booty. Shoes with laces? We don’t know them. The most effort they’ve put into...
When I texted my 12-year-old niece to ask what the cool kids want when they head back to school, approximately one millisecond elapsed before her three dots popped up, indicating a speedy response on its way. “Everyone wants an Owala,” she declared, and I read it in Miranda Priestley’s “oh, you sweet summer child” tone...
It happens every July: Someone in my local mom group makes a post questioning the school supply lists. They want to know why they’re responsible for sending in two packs of pencils or six glue sticks. They want to know why they have to buy tissues and Clorox wipes for a classroom. And they really...