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When my kids were little, I knew everything that was going on with them — even the tiny, inconsequential stuff. What they ate for lunch, who they played with, which teacher reminded them of a Muppet (yes, really), what they’d constructed in their Minecraft world that day. I didn’t even have to ask. And to be honest, there were times when I wished I had a break from all their information overload.

Then, slowly, the curtain closed. And ironically, now that they’re teenagers, I find myself practically begging for even the littlest detail. “How was school?” I ask, knowing full well the answer will be “fine” — or worse, a dismissive shrug. Even when I switc

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