Husband and I both used to work in theatre. Yes, that’s theat-re as in the artform, though Husband currently works in the theat-er with an “er” to mean the building. When you tell people you work in the theatre field, several things happen. Here are really common responses to that vocation revelation: “How fun! I… Read More Theater Widow Weekend
Boychild and I have started our own film studio. He’s writing, I’m directing and we’re casting local toys as actors. It all began with a sock puppet named “Sadie Danger,” who was a terrible puppet at the start. She would do all the bad things, and Boychild would have to be her moral center. Sadie’s gotten less troublesome as she’s evolved, becoming more mischievous than bad, but she still makes messes and tries to eat things that aren’t food. We love Sadie. … Read More The Creative Spirit
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
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