I’ve been noticing that the powers that be are capitalizing on our nation’s glaring lack of math skills. The first place I became aware of this conspiracy was at my local supermarket. As the primary shopper in my family and the son of a skinflint, I pay close...

I don’t want to start a revolution but I’m tired of apologizing for my children’s behavior when they’ve done nothing wrong. Let me explain. My kids and I had just been seated in an International House of Pancakes in Las Cruces. This specific franchise had been painted...

A week before Christmas, I took my son London for a pre-holiday visit with his pal, Calvin. The two boys have known each other since they were born and have developed a relationship of a symbiotic nature. Calvin is the more feisty of the two and is known to hiss or...

Since parents and kids spend so much time together in the car, it makes sense that some meaningful and puzzling exchanges take place on the road between school dismissal and dance class, soccer practice and piano lessons. Since I’m a teacher and writer, my curiosity...

I am driving my daughter Poppy and her wispy-haired friend Emma to the Children’s Museum. Even though the radio is tuned to a local music station, I can hear the girls chatting away in the back seat. On prior trips, the gal pals have swapped slightly exaggerated...