Denise McDonald Dorman

How Little League Could Improve the “User Experience”: 12 Tips

In Uncategorized on May 20, 2017 at 12:34 pm

Improving the User Experience for Little League Parents

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Someday when my son is lying on his shrink’s couch recounting the many ways I’ve screwed up his parenting, I will point to this blog as proof positive that I actually attended some of his Little League games. How else would I have snapped this photo? Attending these games is typically Dave’s duty, but since he’s out of town, I’m stepping up to the plate (see what I did there?). I pray this Little League season ends before his San Antonio trip next weekend!

75, partly sunny, and a mild breeze– the only perfect weather Little League game of this season.

All of you User Experience (UX) experts out there, please apply your mad skills to improving Little League for the parents. The Sister Wives crack up at my total lack of interest in children’s sporting and performance events (but if Jack were playing indoor tennis or volleyball, this would be different)…

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Is It Bad Parenting If I Post a Negative YELP Review on My 11-Year-Old’s New Cleaning Business?

In Uncategorized on June 25, 2016 at 12:36 pm

I’ll admit it. I hate vacuuming. I love the end result, but it’s the journey I object to. I don’t even care if it’s done in the diamond-shaped pattern. I just love it clean.…

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Love’s Quid Pro Quo

In Uncategorized on June 9, 2016 at 2:41 pm

The words of a friend who, while driving through hell, is stepping on the gas. Hard.

G. Joseph

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The temperature was perfect last night.  The bedroom window was open, allowing an intermittent, gentle breeze to breathe a fresh coolness into the room.  The sound of leaves, rustling outside, like a distant round of applause, rose and ebbed with the moving air.  A cloud front was on its way in from the west, right on schedule, which obscured the brightness of the moon as the late night hours dissolved into the early morning leaving a silent, still blackness over everything.  The smell of the air outside foretold the coming of rain but as of yet, there was none.  Only stillness.  Only dark.

These are the early summer nights when sleep should come, like a shroud, and cover us completely yet, for me, it never came.  I waited.  I listened as the chiming of the grandfather clock downstairs announced the passing of another hour but still sleep eluded me.  As…

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