Growing up, I HATED the game tag. It probably has something to do with the fact that I was slow and clumsy — never a winning combination for a game that involved chasing after someone while simultaneously trying to grab them. But there are some games of tag that I can get on board with….
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Red Light, Green Light, Don’t Get Hit
This weekend, we taught E. the game Red Light, Green Light. We’re not sure we remember the rules quite right, but we played it that two of the three of us raced, while the third yelled out the “red light! green light” commands. If you didn’t stop on the red light, you had to go…
A Bad Day for the Ego
This morning, I was excited to head to the Central Florida Media Roundtable. It’s an event that brings PR professional and media folks (like me!) together. The PR people get to find out secrets to pitching and to understand what kinds of stories we, the professionals, are looking for. It was a great chance to…
Only Boys Play With Swords
I love my daughter’s preschool. I really do. Since she started there a year ago, I think she’s really thrived. She LOVES going to school every day, which was not the case at her old school (you can read all about our tough decision to leave her old school in favor of the new one…
Well We’re Living Here in Caseyville
For almost exactly three years, there’s been no escaping her. From the moment Cindy Anthony called 911 in mid-July 2008, it’s dominated our airwaves in Central Florida. And you know what I was doing in the summer of 2008? I was home with a newborn doing a whole lot of TV watching. From the beginning,…