Parenting a Reader – Part 2

Last year I wrote a post about my beliefs on censorship when raising a child. At the time Baby Chick was 13 years old. She was at an age where I was trying to figure out how to handle a daughter on the cusp of maturity, too old for early readers, but possibly too young […]

In Which I Compare Myself to YA Parents

Today, for the first time, I allowed my daughter to walk with her friends (in a group) to the gas station up the road.   I’m sure there are people out there who would shrug like it’s no big deal, and probably people who think I’m nuts.  I generally fall into the second category.  She’s […]