Read part 1 here.... We got to camp with a lot of time to spare before the opening ceremonies. Taz brought his own basketball, giving him an even better chance at meeting kids since the ball situation at camp proved to be limited at times. He spent his free time shooting hoops beside another kid,... Continue Reading →
How to make friends, part 1
Last year when Taz went to camp, he spent the whole entire time hanging out with a 6-year old instead of 10-year olds like him. It had been an awkward year for him already, having started the school year at a new school, and then finishing it back up at his old school because the... Continue Reading →
"Can I come home?"
Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh
The Taz stared out at me from the back of the bus, his hand frozen in mid-wave, and his eyes pleading with me to stop the bus. I never did, and just waved until he was finally out of sight.
Being my kid’s embarrassment
As a parent, you will only be cool to your kids for so long. And when the tides change (and they will) you will become the most embarrassing creature on the face of the planet. (read the article...)