I wanted to weep for her. More
I was fineâ€”really, God dammit all we did was lose power temporarilyâ€”but by mid-week my â€śfineâ€ť turned into â€śWhat the fuck?!â€ť So the kids learned a new word through all of this. More
I have dreams that my kid will be the next George Lucas or a spectacular Lego designer. That Iâ€™ll visit him at Skywalker Ranch where only people with wide ranging Star Wars vocabulary (Do you know what a Rancor is?) have a special key. Or maybe heâ€™ll land in a creative position at some major gaming company. More
Iâ€™ve recently discovered that the feminist mantras Iâ€™ve been teaching my son are becoming slowly undone. All the years of warning him not to underestimate princesses because they might surprise you with a blaster gun like Princess Leia, as well as all those nights singing Annie Oakleyâ€™s theme â€śAnything You Can Do, I Can Do Better,â€ť have lately felt like theyâ€™ve been taught in vain. More
I was never against the drugs. Drugs, I thought, were for other people. For people who could tolerate long needles shoved up their spinal cords. For people who didnâ€™t mind being confined to a bed. I didnâ€™t have something to prove when I opted for a natural birthâ€”I was just deeply afraid of doctor intervention. Now, I know this makes little sense when comparing the level of pain one endures during the dreaded ring of fireâ€”the agonizing sensation that occurs when your baby stretches your vagina to its capacityâ€”but there is a difference between the fear of the unknown and the fear of needles.
I opted for the unknown. More
I had never been good at first days of anything. I was the kind of kid who waded around a circle of kids, a lot like you do before immersing yourself in a cold pool. But my son, at five … More
My 3-year-old daughter has reached the age of wanting to dabble in beauty products, which means most of the time she just wants to smear red lipstick all over her face like Diane Ladd in Wild At Heart. But when sheâ€™s not demolishing my lipstick, sheâ€™s become fascinated in the meaning of makeup. As in, Why does Mommy wear makeup? What is makeup for? And most importantly, Can I wear makeup too, please?
I fumbled with her line of questioning, mostly because Iâ€™m not a daily makeup wearer. I only started wearing makeup more regularly in the past few years since turning 41, when my anxiety-provoking, unchartered vanity issues have turned into daily battles. More
With new reports out of Sweden showing that bullying has long-term effects on a personâ€™s health â€” girls are in an even higher-risk category than boys â€” it makes sense that a former Australian judgeâ€™s finger-wagging recommendation to hold parents accountable might be the next step in anti-bullying measures. More