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...kids' handwritten letters into their parents' e-mail In boxes. Angela Williams, of San Angelo, Texas, says she relishes the "instant gratification" of getting e-letters from her son Harvey, 13. Hundreds of camps also post video, newsletters and as many as 500 photos online each day for Mom and Dad to peruse--or buy. The technology, pioneered by a Connecticut-based company called eCamp, is so popular that many camps have had to hire staff solely to take and upload pictures...
...years. That may explain the recent surge in full-family camps, where kids and parents go hiking and sit around the campfire together. The number of these programs registered with the American Camp Association has jumped, from 192 in 1991 to 552 today. Pass the s'mores, Mom...
...mailer conveyed the atmosphere: "The pubs are all packed out, people sipping their pints happily. Nice one, al-Qaeda--you profess to be from a teetotal religion, and you've given the pub trade a massive midweek boost." My sister in the London suburbs looked after a boy whose mom was unable to get home from work. Her first instinct? She made him a cup of tea. My father, after I called to check up, wryly described the mass murder as "not nice." One Brit blogger cited another pub scene where in the middle of the day, two young...
Morgan and my brother moved in with my mom a few months ago; the relocation meant that pseudo-Morgan needed a new room and a new elementary school—both of which turned out to be my formers. Last week, I drove her to her first piano lesson from my old piano teacher, and she’s using one of my old softball gloves for summer T-ball. This all has one conspicuous consequence: she is quickly replacing me, pushing my legacy to the margins of my family’s memory...
...When my mom first noticed that I was suffering from this variant form of sibling rivalry, she laughed and sighed, “Oh, Morgan. Don’t be silly—you don’t live here anymore.” Instinctively, I shot New Morgan an accusatory glare; luckily, she was engrossed in a Disney movie (probably mine), missing my embarrassing display of childish resentment. I turned back to my mother, the traitor, who just shook her head and smiled...