Dadball Era

Indiana high school basketball: Now it’s just an uninteresting, unoriginal Applebee’s along the Shadeland Avenue of American life.

Maybe some forgave on Saturday. Nobody forgot.

Hypothesis: Most parents will survive Science Fair Week, but none will prosper.

The rocketship is no more.

The question is this: when is the BEST time of the year for a birthday?

“Their disappearance is inevitable. And nobody is coming along to snap my money back into existence, either.”

“If you grew up on the north side of Indianapolis anytime after the mid-14th century, then you have most likely flop-sweated your way through its wood-paneled doors.”

Bless your little biscuit-clogged heart, Thanksgiving

“Brogdon is the perfect mixture of stoic wisdom and offensive efficiency, like Abraham Lincoln with a solid VORP rating.”

“I’m tired of trekking out to the Speedway to see the lights, but not the same lights we saw at Newfields. Different lights. Different nights. Same idea.”

There is beauty in the simplicity of the “Race Day Chic” attire. There is majesty, even.

It’s been two years now, and I still haven’t figured out what they were trying to do.

The amount of pointless clutter that has accumulated in our house is astounding. It is embarrassing and “first-world problem-y,” yes…but nevertheless astounding. You millennials and organized people wouldn’t understand. Take The Kitchen Drawer, for example—the biggest drawer that is also the most accessible and the one that should be filled with only the most useful items. It […]

In the name of full disclosure, I genuinely like Paul George. I like him not because he does neat dunk shots and/or has his own line of Nike sneakers, but rather because my kids like him a great deal and he has always been friendly with them in their rare, brief encounters. There are other […]

During the non-summer months, getting kids fed/groomed/dressed and to school on time each morning is a dreadful, exhausting process layered in stress and rage and chaos. Nothing comes easily at 6:45 on a cold, dark Tuesday morning in December—and nothing is where it should be. Backpacks, lunch bags, shoes, the kids themselves. Nothing runs smoothly. […]