Hi. I’m a grown woman who gave herself a black eye with a car door last night. While the responsibility of my injury doesn’t rest solely on me (there was snow, a full moon, and my menstrual cycle all at play), I do feel really silly. Who gets a black eye? A middle-aged black eye?… Read More Grown-Up Fun
As I try to parse through all this (treason? stupidity?), I like to pause for a little bit of parental navel-gazing. How can I keep Boychild from becoming a white supremacist Q-Anon-believing dumb-a$$?… Read More Rules for Living
Do you know what’s harder than trying to explain jokes to a pre-schooler? Trying to explain death.… Read More Death + Jokes
I thought that a “why”-spouting child was a myth. Or a punchline. You’ve seen it: the adorable tousled child asking “why” over and over again until the parents run out of answers and want to scream. “That doesn’t happen,” I thought naively, thinking that the “why child” was a running gag, like how all women like shoes (I don’t) or how men love blowjobs (this one is probably correct). … Read More Lord of the Whys
Hey! So, happy post-Thanksgiving and stuff!
I love Thanksgiving because it’s a reminder that we’re all immigrants, whether we had a choice in coming to America or not. Revelatory, I know! … Read More Thanks
All movies are scary to a 3.5 year-old. Plus toxic masculinity and inbred cats. … Read More Movie Night
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