#BlackDadWorries | Worrying About Raising Black Children in a World That Doesn’t Value Them.

Yesterday, thanks to the advice from a friend to save my Instagram story to my profile, I came up with a new hashtag #BlackDadWorries that spells out how I feel in the face of all this death. And death isn’t even calling it what it is—murder, with Black lives continually cut short, and the message made clear: there’s nowhere out there where Black people should reasonably expect to be safe from a world that’s trying to get them.

My boys are still young, but they’re growing up quick, developing worlds and lives of their own. And while I’d love just to sit back and let them develop on their own so they can build senses of self in the truest sense of the phrase… the world we live in won’t let me do it. Yes, they’re six and four, but they’re six- and four-year-olds who hear they look “dirty” because their skin is darker. Six- and four-year-olds who hear they’re not white enough to play with other kids. I’d love to take things slow, but their world’s developing quickly, and it makes me wonder when I’ll need to sit them down and tell them what the world’s really like.

Why I Made The Corona Chronicles A Series

Is this what the world’s end looks like? Credit to André Proulx.

What do you even write about when the whole world’s burning down? Multibillion-dollar sports empires ended their seasons early. The travel industry shut down in one fell swoop. I didn’t start talking about COVID-19 right away because it was all anyone could talk about, but as soon as we closed schools down for three weeks across Ontario, how could I not?

When I first published The Corona Chronicles on March 13th, though, I was so short-sighted. I called the three-week quarantine “March Br3ak”, thinking this would all somehow resolve itself by April. I didn’t jump on long-term prep right away, figuring I could do some catch-up once things calmed down a bit.

But then our businesses shut down on the 16th. Travel another four days later. We learned that this was no small thing—we needed to learn a “new normal” with a very uncertain future ahead. This was no three-week ordeal.

And as the days dragged on and I kept writing about the experience, it only grew clearer there was more going on than a single post could contain. I needed a full series.

So here, in week eight of The Great Quarantine, I’d like to welcome you to The Corona Chronicles: The Series, where we talk about life as a family in Toronto, trying to stay sane each day as we find new ways to adjust.

I, for one, look forward to returning to some semblance of normal soon, but until we do, you can expect me to keep writing about it.

Be well, everyone, and keep doing what you need to to make it in these times!

Until the next, I remain,

The Life and Times of Casey Palmer — The State of the #BloggerLife, February 2019: Do Less Better.

One thing I’ve been particularly horrible at is learning to say “no”.

The Long Road to Becoming a Better Blogger

They say hindsight’s 20/20, and if my old report cards are an indication of anything, the people around me could see I was sowing the seeds to my destruction long before I could.

We all know there’re only twenty-four hours in a day, but I’ve been working to optimise every minute of my days since I was twelve. I could sleep when I was dead—I had too many ideas and a plethora of interests; it was all about the short-term pain for the long-term gain, and I was confident that I’d reach the day where I wouldn’t need to work so hard anymore.

But it’s been more than twenty years of sleepless nights and wishful thinking since, and I’m still not quite so sure when I’ll figure it all out.

I mean, the question is this—how do you succeed with your content when you can’t make it your everything?

Jennifer Tammy | The Life and Times of the Single Mom | Chatting with Casey S01E09

And then you have the times where you fall off the wagon and scramble to find the way back onto your path.

I never wanted to step away from podcasting as long as I did, but my life had other things in mind. Summertime trips. An office workload dialled up to eleven. Things were piling up on top of the fact that the most recent episode didn’t have the crystal clear audio I was looking for, so I took a step back to try and figure things out while handling the rest of my life. But several months and a good listen-through later, I realised it wasn’t that bad! We’re bringing October to a close, and I’m back and ready to go steady!

Doing Potty Training Right Thanks to Kandoo Flushable Wipes!

And then you have the parenting situations that play out in slow motion. Like when your kid’s about to fall and smash their head on something hard. Or when they’re about to break something you can’t afford to replace!

But for me, one moment that happened recently was my two-year-old’s ill-timed attempt to enter the tub while a little something emerged from his bum! Fortunately, I got there right in the nick of time, scooping the offending material with a wipe so we could avoid further disaster, but that’s just the thing about parenting—you’ll never need as much as the world says you will, but when you do need something, you need it!

And that’s especially true for something like Kandoo Flushable Wipes, offering little hands precisely what they need to clean themselves up to 30% better than they would with regular toilet paper.

Kandoo Flushable Wipes — Because Potty Training’s Already Frustrating Enough for EVERYBODY.

That’s right—the cat’s out of the bag—for the rest of 2018, I’m joining the Kandoo Kouncil, a team of parent content creators always looking for better ways to do everything we do anyway.

And on this council, the name of the game is potty training.