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QUESTION: Our son, a senior in high school, is vaping. He claims he does it to control his anxiety. I worry about him getting into harder drugs when when he […]

When I was nine years old, I spent spring break with my grandparents in their humble mountains’ abode. During that week, I got a real shiner in a yard game

It was about this time in February 1970, 52 years ago, that I realized that I was in serious danger of flunking out of college. I really enjoyed high school.

A long-forgotten childhood memory was pulled from the deep recesses of my mind during a recent indoor event. At one end of the bleachers, I sat watching our granddaughters playing

I just experienced a flashback, but fear not, it wasn’t freaky. I was thinking about the parenting revolution that began in the late 1960s and quickly overwhelmed America’s homes and

By John Tinker (Sitting in for Ronda Rich) This is a thank you note though it might take a minute for me to get to the gratitude. It’s hard for

My parent’s basement was a place of mystery. Even as a child, I was fascinated by the basement. As my sons came into the world, it became a place for

Thorns from the thick briars tore through my shirt as if it were only paper and then through my skin like a dull knife trying to carve a Thanksgiving turkey.

QUESTION: Concerning chores, another expert recommends giving a child a certain number of chips, like poker chips, every month and if he or she fails to do a chore or

There is a Kodak photo in an old scrapbook which I found buried in my office closet. It made me do some thinking. In fact, I’m still thinking, a few

I grew up with snow. Living in northeast Tennessee, we expected that winter would bring its share of snow each year and snow was both anticipated for the enjoyment it

As forecasted by local meteorologists, just before 11 a.m., snow started to fall on our little town. Soon big white flakes were covering bushes and trees outside, causing our two

I often go looking for parenting ideas that illustrate the difference between so-called “parenting” and mere childrearing. They abound. My latest find came in the form of a 2018 article