Damara Hutchins

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.
Published: 05/20/16

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 one month 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 one month 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: 2 months ago

Sibling rivalry never dies

I was at a local grocery store with my daughter when I ran into the manager who is an old classmate from Avon Park High School. There are a lot of us out there. Some of us are still exceptionally cool even if we are beyond the age of 20. Don’t...
Updated: 2 months ago

Bathroom cuisine and brain development

Life with teenagers can be challenging. My son is smack in the middle of his teen years and I have to be honest, I don’t know what hit me.
Updated: 3 months ago

The lost art of letter writing

I was trying to recall the last time I sat down and wrote a letter. In our modern time with instant messaging and cell phones attached to our ears at all hours of the day, letter writing is truly becoming a lost art.
Updated: 3 months ago

Dreaming of a dream home

“Mommy, if I had enough money for a three-wheeler, but I didn’t have a house or a car yet, but I bought the three-wheeler anyway, is that bad?” My daughter always gets philosophical in the car.
Updated: 4 months ago

Twenty-five years of maturity

This year will be my 25th high school reunion. People are already posting pictures of our teen years on Facebook to the delight of some and the horror of others. It’s funny how much our perspectives change over time.
Updated: 4 months ago

Bamboozled by the best

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Updated: 5 months ago