Each summer, my kids make a list of all the Super Summertime Fun Stuff they’d like to do after school lets out. I’m sure you’ve seen, heard of, or perhaps made a list like this at some point in your life ...
your awesome bikes don’t learn to ride themselves, kids
Mike Paulus, illustrated by Erik Christenson
My daughter and I share the same affliction: we are often terrified of the things we want most. I’ll spare you my armchair psychoanalysis, my sage (though largely untested) parenting advice, and my super cute kid stories. Instead, let me say this ...
We created games to pass the time involving the forklift, bought a remote controlled car, and played racquetball. We blasted music and drank beer. We were Ferris Buellers living a month in a giant warehouse filled with explosives.
I hunkered in the doorway of an office building as gray clouds moved in, threatening to break open above me. Piles of luggage were stacked in the doorway, but I held tightly to my backpack. I was a solo traveler making my way through Vietnam.
you Wisconsinites tire me out with your make-hay-while-the-sun-shines approach to summer
Zack Gauck, illustrated by Erik Christenson
Every weekend has an activity, from family outings to any number of weddings, and if there isn’t anything planned, someone will surely fix that with a trip to a friend’s cabin or a spontaneous gathering – no one can fathom just sitting inside watching mov
believe it or not, I actually have a problem with there being so much to do around here
Jodie Arnold, illustrated by Erik Christenson
During my college years I could go to bed at 2, get up at 6, and show up to work, all bleary-eyed and not showered. I was even kinda functional. I was working in the cafeteria at UWEC ... so as long as I kept an eye on the salad bar, life was good.