We Love You, Mr. Banks
A few months ago, when I posted “One Conversation about Running, with Some Idiot who Only Runs if Chased”, Manchild became a bit sensitive about his…
The Post-Apocalypse Chronicles: In Which The Children Have Grown Entirely of Their Own Accord, and Are Seen Dining in Public
Zombie apocalypse stories! They’re everywhere! So many different scenarios detailing how an Armageddon comes about, and what the protagonist does to survive. Many family meals in…
GETHSEMANI NOW!
I have, somehow, a few friends who didn’t watch Seinfeld, and you know I am so very confused by you. For the rest of you, you…
Project Grinch and the Junior Accountants
In a world of American materialism, inevitably comes the time when you must pare down. Simplify. Walk through the valley of toys without injury. Open up…
The Chaos Interval
This post is dedicated to all of us who struggle to maintain domestic control. Or even a remote domestic semblance of order. For those of us…
Be Your Own Billboard
When my kids were speechless (not noiseless, mind you!) infants, Manchild and I watched them smile and listened to them coo and gurgle. We wondered aloud,…
Kindergarten Pt 2: Dear Girlchild on your First Day of College….
This letter will be 13 years old by the time you read it. I just finished folding your laundry. Smoothing over edges and fabric patterns. Picturing…
Don't Repeat This in Preschool 