Not worth the redo

Scrolling through social media the other day, I stumbled on a video that made me stop — and think about time.It lasted only 15 seconds and began with the main character celebrating after winning the lottery. Mid-celebration, the screen faded to black.

The babbling battle

Most people fight for the last word in an argument. My wife and I are locked in a battle for the very first word — and the referee is our baby.Teddy continues to grow and learn new things every day. I have a feeling we’ll have a crawler on our hands in the next few weeks.

Drone dream is grounded

I had a vision.Our local high school team, loaded onto buses or vans, pulling out of the parking lot, headed to state.

Bedtime or bust

I’ve shared before how bedtime turns into Open Mic Night at the Holtz house.All five of my kids have age-appropriate bedtimes. Timmy, Charlie, and Penny start moving toward their beds between 7 and 8. Teddy has his last feeding around 8:30 before he’s swaddled and laid in his crib.

Dinner debates with Timmy

Dinner at our house has started to feel less like a family meal and more like a highstakes hostage negotiation.The other night, I made one of Timmy’s favorite meals: macaroni and cheese.

Golfing at the Dells

My family takes just one big trip each summer: a visit to Wisconsin Dells to see my parents and siblings.Last week, we made the annual trek.

Does local news still matter?

I have a few simple questions this week. Does local news matter? What value does community journalism bring?And what would our world look like if one day, all local journalism simply disappeared?

Parenting mistakes with help from the Savannah Bananas

A new baseball phenomenon is sweeping the country.

Hot Wheels and real wheels

My kids have a newfound love for Hot Wheels cars.Timmy will run back and forth across the hardwood with a dump truck, making enough noise to wake the dead — or at least make Helen Keller ask for peace and quiet.They love cars. Big cars, small cars. Plastic, metal.

The future is in the backseat

When I was a kid, I thought the future would be all flying cars, hoverboards, and sneakers that laced themselves. I have Back to the Future to thank for that. I loved those movies — still do.