There was plenty to be thankful for last week when I picked up out-of-state visitors at Kansas City International Airport.
“Christy, can you help me with something?”
Woooh, doggie, it’s that time again. The holidays are here.
Like a choir of holiday angels, cranberries wear the halo of good health.
Because so much changes so quickly, the saying’s right — you really can’t go home again.
“Hate” is an ugly word…I dislike ironing a great deal.
Noah was thrilled about starting basketball. It’s his first year playing the sport on a rec team. It is not my first year sitting watching a kid play a sport. He was excited about making the unknown known. I was dreading my part of that process. Another ball, another set of bleachers.
The parents of Winnetonka High School students will get the joy of seeing their childhood humor made fresh when they watch students run through the old Monty Python gags embedded in their school play, Spamalot, this week.
Across the Northland, you’ll find kids working to improve the world they’re going to inherit.
When I break down this time of year, I like each of the elements: I like making a memorable holiday season for my family. I like cooking, shopping, decorating and wrapping. I like parties and caroling and wishing people happiness. I like decorating with bright and shiny ornaments. I just don’t like it all crammed together in such a small space.
Boys + clean = fiction.
Running isn’t just fun for kids, it can also be the backdrop to lessons that help them grow into confident adults.
Like a lot of far-flung families, mine has cobbled together a routine. Instead of stopping by on our way home from school, we call on the phone. Instead of sharing the moment an award was won or a play made, we send pictures and video. We travel to them, they travel us. Sometimes we travel together.
816 North columnist Susan Vollenweider learned something interesting when she watched her daughter’s marching band perform recently: band members are athletes just as surely as football players are.
I can’t speak for Sporting Nation, but I was getting a little uneasy with all the positive attention Sporting KC was getting. Had the Royals totally tanked toward the end of the season and the Chiefs and MU then pulled vintage nosedives, SKC was this close to achieving the lofty status of the old Kansas City Comets.
Sport = physical exertion + skill + competition. That’s marching band. These kids not only master their instruments but combine precision choreography with physical exertion while wearing a heavy uniform.
There’s nothing like “walking a mile in their shoes” to help you become a better caregiver.
Here’s the problem. I cannot claim a signature dinner dish. There’s not one special platter with my name attached. No recipe others request after a potluck. Nothing.
If you’ve lived here long enough or talk to someone who has, you know we’re surrounded by colorful history in the Northland.
Look around Kansas City, and the colors signify October’s presence. Fountains spray pink to spread breast cancer awareness. Red and gold attire flaunt Kansas City Chiefs pride. Orange décor embraces fall.
When we started making friends in grade school the methodology was fairly simple: A smile and interest in eating only the black crayons? Best Friend status. Then things got complicated.
The emotional ride with Obamacare will not end soon. The raw feelings, especially among the opponents, are too deeply ingrained. The fears of losing whatever they think they are losing leaves them bitterly angry.
You’re spending some of your precious time with a newspaper column, so I’d bet that someone early on ignited in you the joy of reading. Emily Parnell recently found a way to get that spark to catch in her son, which she shares this week in 816 North.
I don’t care for football. When I got married 22 years ago I knew I was yoking myself to a football fan and I smiled every Sunday as he watched the never-ending game. But now that my son plays high school football? It’s no yoking matter.
A schedule mix-up forced mother and son to come up with new plans, and brought new perspective to a parenting lesson.