Damara Hutchins

The end of another adventure

There has been so much change happening in my life lately that some days, I’m not sure which way is up. That may have more to do with a rotten sinus infection I acquired while breathing in an excess amount of dust during our recent move.
Published: 08/27/16

Closing a chapter in life

“That owner is a slumlord!” The neighbor across the street was cautioning us as we were preparing to leave another bad rental viewing. We thanked the gentleman for his words of warning even though we had already gathered the information...
Updated one month ago

Getting ready to go to work

My son is turning 16 soon. It seems like the years have flown by. He was recently told by a friend’s mother that he may be able to earn a job at the hotel she currently works.
Updated one month ago

License to drive us insane

The boy eats in the bathroom and has the general good manners of an untrained mud-covered puppy that has been turned loose in a room full of teenage girls dressed for prom.
Updated: 2 months ago

Predators and prey living together

Thanks to my daughter and a Redbox, which had the DVD in stock, my family and I were sucked into watching the movie “Zootopia.” I remember a year or so ago, sitting in a theater waiting for an underwhelming movie to begin and catching t...
Updated: 2 months ago

Making magical memories at MegaCon

My daughter is incredibly talented in many ways; one is her stubborn nature, but she can also draw exceptionally well. She draws all the time. Sometimes she will doodle in class when she is supposed to be working on something more educational, and he...
Updated: 3 months ago

The best bike for the best girl

My daughter got her bike for Christmas. It was a 24-inch Roadmaster in her favorite color, green. Santa left it for her on Christmas morning and she was excited, but also a bit worried.
Updated: 3 months ago

Doing things right the second time

I had one single goal for the day: clean the girl’s room. My daughter is about to be 10 years old and it was past time for her to shed some of the toys she had been cramming into the dark recesses of her queendom. She had outgrown several clot...
Updated: 4 months ago

Prince was a revolution in my childhood

When I was a kid terrorizing the neighborhood on my bicycle, it was the 1980s. Back then, we were the lost youth who were going nowhere and sure to amount to nothing.
Updated: 4 months ago

There is no time to cry

The tears have been flowing like a mighty river in my house. It doesn’t take much to crack the waterworks: a wrong glance, a soft word, a mean word, or a sock on the floor. No, I’m not talking about my daughter. I’m talking about...
Updated: 5 months ago