Tag Archives: 10 Years

Charlotte Parent: Traveling Through Time

It’s easy to make decisions after the fact.

By which, dudes, I mean that every decision seems inevitable when you look back on it once it’s been made.

Whether you’re looking back in triumph or regret quite definitely colors how you view that decision.

If I’m being a bit obtuse today, it’s because I’ve been thinking about decisions, how we make them and just how many billions of dollars I could earn if only I could find some way of forecasting accurately the outcome of parental decisions.

Mostly because I just saw a really funny time-travel short movie.

Today, over at Charlotte Parent, I’ll be talking about hindsight and showcasing the funny movie I referenced above. As usual, I’ll be blogging under our Stay-At-Home Dudes column name.

Come join us, yeah?

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Sunday Serenade: Groovie Goolies

I’ve been thinking a lot about monsters lately.

Not sure exactly why, but I’ve been considering what it is that makes a monster. Certainly something outsized and significantly different from the normative human body type would be a good place to start. Think the giant kaiju from the just-released movie Pacific Rim. (I’ll be having a review of that one up soon.)

But the scariest monsters to me are the ones who look just like you and me. Well, probably more like me because I know you dudes are much better looking. There’s something inside these monsters that’s just . . . broken. And it’s that expression of the interior brokenness that makes a monster what it is.

So, yeah, a bit depressing to be considering on a wonderful summer day.

Which might explain why I went hunting for this little gem. If you don’t know who the Groovie Goolies are, consider yourself young. Or lucky. Whichever fits best.

I only hope watching this one video won’t be what shoves one of you over the edge into the land of broken things.

Enjoy. If that’s the right word.


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A Moment Of Silence

by Richard

I work in an elementary school. I deal with these little dudes and dudettes every single day.

The horror of Newton, Connecticut, is almost overwhelming.

I’ve tried to write this post for most of the weekend and came up with nothing. Every time I try to gather my thoughts, they simply disappear into the well of despair the parents of Newton must be feeling.

Those kids were no older than 10 years old, most not even into double digits. It’s just not right.

No matter what was wrong with the shooter’s brain, no matter what might have led to this. . . It’s just plain evil. Those kids did nothing. Those teachers and parents did nothing.

And now they have to suffer.

And all we can do is watch, and wonder and hope that it never happens again. And, when it does, the whole cycle starts over again with a different group of parents in mourning and a different group of parents watching and wondering and hoping.

There will always be mental illness. There will always be people who are just plain wrong. But we can change things if we make it harder for these people to get at the weapons that make it so much easier to kill others. But that is for later.

For now, all I can do is sit still and sorry and be quietly relieved it didn’t happen here.

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