Let childhood be messy.

Thanking Maurice Sendak

LEGO building with the Honea boys!

Do you seize the day, or let them all blur together?

The day has long grown thin, and patches of once blue sky have been pricked with golden pins to let the last of the faraway light shine in. They glow in countless wishes and the teetering twinkle of far-off diamonds rubbed dull from the sound of children whispering what it ...

Easter morning without kids is just another Sunday.

You started the music. You lit the lights. Some of you even dressed up right (I’m not judging). And now you want Muppets. I get it. You came to the right place. I’m giving away two (2) copies of The Muppets, the hit movie from Disney, in a fancy combo ...

The boys are home sick today. One is legit. One is an opportunist. The sick one is actually feeling much better (UPDATED: Now the fever has turned into a bunch of snot and a hacking cough, which is awesome), but the school won’t allow him to return until he goes ...

His face is pale against the flush of his cheeks. The red is rosy and perfect, like it was painted on. His eyelashes are long and fluttering. His hair is full of fever sweat and tussle. He takes no notice of me in the doorway. He notices only the nothingness ...

Morning is a game they play. It is the crossroads of grumpy and hijinks, and there are shoes to be tied, teeth to be brushed, and a number of things that really should have been done the night before. It is the kind of chaos that lends itself to immediate ...