Thanks for Being Nice to My Kid
To know me is to know I live for a square dance. …
Kelly Linehan
A Crisis of Crunch
I think I know too much. The Climate Crisis. Processed food. Screen…
Crunchy Mom: Make 2025 the Year of Goals with Soul
For the last 10 years, every January 1, I have had a…
Holiday Redesign
I’ve been thinking a lot about tradition lately. This Christmas will be…
Crunchy Mom: Parental Burnout is Real
I was thinking about what to write about in this month’s column…
Crunchy Mom: Why the School Cell Phone Ban Doesn’t Go Far Enough
If you’ve been reading this column for the last few months, you…
Summer Sans Smartphone
My husband and I traded in our smartphones for flip phones for…
CRUNCHY MOM: Five Ways to Make This Your Slow Summer
Do something new. People say time flies when you’re having fun. But really, time flies when we do the same things every day. Can you take a different route to work or visit a new beach on the weekend?
THE CRUNCHY MOM: A Plea for Play
If you think back to your childhood, I would bet your most magical memories are times spent outside, exploring the world or creating new ones with friends. So why is it so hard to come by now?
Why It’s Time To Ground Your Children
You probably remember the last time you were grounded. And no, I’m not talking about that time you snuck out in high school.
Volume 2, Issue 3 is here!
Things like this paper are the reasons my family picked a small town as our home. We were ready for community. We were also recovering media-types.
The Crunchy Mom: Anti-Social Media
A month ago, I deleted my entire Instagram page and declared I was “on a break.” Except I haven’t really been.
The Ghosts of Lunenburg County
Have you ever noticed that everyone in Lunenburg County seems to have…
Introducing: The Crunchy Mom
My latest obsession? Outdoor time. I don’t need to tell you that kids are spending more time than ever inside on screens. There are many reasons for this and none of them are the fault of children.
Do Not Add to Cart: Five Ways to Have a Holly Jolly (Less Capitalist) Holiday
I had a tea towel hanging off the stove for years that read “Forget the Dishes.” Why was I so attached to this piece of fabric? Because my dear friend embroidered it for me.
