Parenting Hacks

How to Parent Using the Seniority Method

“Shotgun!” Back in the day (yes, I just said that), when it was time to go somewhere, you’d quickly call “shotgun” to get the front passenger seat. It was a quick form of victory. If you weren’t driving, then being the co-pilot was the next best spot in the vehicle. Though playing the seniority card…

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Eating pie and treading water.

We’ve finally come to the point that it’s nearly impossible to not offend someone, simply by the fact that we exist and have our own thoughts and beliefs. As I look at the world, I get dizzy from the innate need to shake my head. I do this so frequently now that I’ve smartly decided…

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You say Home, I say Castle

My home is my Castle, in many traditional senses of what a Castle represents. My Castle stands as a means of protection from the outside world for my family. Our Castle is intended to be the one place where they could recharge, recover, and gain the physical and mental strength to go back out and…

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Real men say, “I Love You”

I love my wife. I love my kids. I love my grandkids. How do they know? I tell them. I was raised in a very traditional home. My father worked at this his job outside the home. My mother was a housewife and took care of us kids. For this I am thankful. Nothing replaces the…

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Choose to be happy — a kitchen sink miracle.

My mother had a condition that put her in a wheelchair the last few years of her life. The issue was her feet, but it was bad enough that she had been in a wheelchair for some time. In fact, I’m not sure that my children recall her ever not being in a wheelchair. One…

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Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Table Manners

It was not uncommon for my kids to have friends over at dinner time. And traditionally, including the house I grew up in, it was commonplace to invite the same friend to stay for dinner. After all, with our crew, there was a blessed amount of food on the table at each meal. On one…

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Setting Their Own Bedtime.

Here’s the deal, when my kids were old enough to start middle school, round about 12-years old, they were allowed to go to bed as late as they wanted. Really. As. Late. As. They. Wanted.* (note little starry thingie) About the “*,” the caveat was that they could not surf television, but could read a…

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Dining Room Table Therapy

I’ve been married for a few years (okay, over 27!). With that, we have six children, with each one of them married and doing pretty good in their own regard. Statistically speaking, you would think that one of them would be way off the tracks — I mean far enough off that they would need a boat…

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