Winter is coming, Persephoneers. Winter is coming. Read More Ladyguide: Surviving Kids and Winter Bugs
With my sea creature-loving son turning six earlier this month, I had to show him the recipe I’d stumbled upon in my Pinterest travels: Sharknado Cupcakes. He laughed, and immediately requested that I make them for his classroom treat.
I still remember when the promos for the movie Kung Fu Panda came out. I was sitting in the movie theater with my parents, probably a year before the release. I was around thirteen years old and was just hitting my stride of jaded teenager who snorted at the thought of seeing anything goofy or obviously for little kids (I liked these movies, I was just determined to act otherwise). Then the advertisement came on. Read More Why “Kung Fu Panda” Rules: A Movie Review
We’ve all had moments where we were out somewhere – maybe having a meal, maybe seeing a movie, maybe on a bus/train/plane – where we’ve thought, “Someone needs to tell that kid to knock it off.” When some parents mix entitlement with a lack of common sense, is creating specifically kid-free places the answer?
On Saturday, my five-year-old son said to me, “I know you’re Santa.”
Okay, maybe not the most fair title, since I am currently quite full of cold-related snot myself, but come on, kids are reservoirs of snot. Just admit it.
It’s official, I’ve left my ivory tower of feminism. In a way, I’ve been on my way out for years, volunteering at rape crisis centers and women’s clinics and lobbying at the Capital. Those were all situations I could walk away from, places I could go home from at the end of a shift and never deal with again. But now I can’t just compartmentalize this applied feminism, put it on a shelf and deal with it when I want to, because I’ve made it my job. Read More Leaving My Feminist Ivory Tower
In my previous post about parenting two children while having chronic fatigue syndrome, my daughter was in school and I felt much worse at the time. I’m pleased to say I’ve made some progress.