Posts filed under: Quietly Making Noise

As Jeff turned off the pavement onto a narrow dirt road, the late afternoon sun shone into his eyes. It had been three weeks since she had collapsed on the...
Gretchen lay awake staring straight up into the darkness, praying the door would open. Never had he gone out at night for this long, and she knew if he had...
The house has been clutter free for two and half weeks! No, I did not ship the boys off to boarding school. I just happened to listen to a podcast...
I have decided to change the direction of this column somewhat to encompass more than just writing about parenting. Though this will still be a major part, I will also...
Jorden Blutcher remembers the past as he raises his own family. Fatherhood is a big job. ...
Jorden Blucher | Contributor My brother, Tycen, is six years older than I am, and for obvious reasons he did not want me tagging along with him and his friends...
Jorden Blucher | Contributor I am screaming in the back seat of the family station wagon, a tan behemoth of a car with a gear shift that looks like it...
Jorden Blucher | Contributor We have let Noah out of the giant play pen we once called a living room, which consists of his toys and a couple of chairs....
Jorden Blucher | Contributor I reached into my pocket as we stood in the security line at the Orlando airport, my hand closing around my Swiss Army knife as a...
Jorden Blucher | Contributor This month I was going to write about the lack of civility and manners in our society and how we as parents need to step up...
Jorden Blucher | Contributor Do you ever feel like a failure as a parent? I do. More often than I would care to admit to myself or to others. I...
Jorden Blucher | Contributor Driving the boys to school the day after the election Noah remarked; “Dad, next election I’ll be 11 and in 5th grade.” I shuddered a little...
The best way to have a microadventure is to plan one, not just in your mind—you need to write it down on the calendar. This is imperative because if you...
I classify a microadventure as anything that is out of the house, out of the yard (unless you’re having a family slumber party there) and outside for an hour or...
My mother, who has always hated guns, never dissuaded us from playing with toy ones. There was, however, a lot of talk about gun safety, and we were routinely quizzed...