The other day, I came across a blog post lambasting mothers for complaining about motherhood. I won’t link to the post, because I don’t want to give it traffic, but it was in response to Momastery’s fabulous article, “Don’t Carpe …
EXPERTS SCHMEXPERTS (How to Liberate Yourself from the Parenting Section)
Like most parents, I adore my offspring. They make me laugh daily. Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture cues up in my head when they triumph. Watching them sleep is practically a religious experience. I’d step in front of a train for them …
My Most Huge and Terrible Thing
I haven’t slept well the past couple of nights because I keep thinking about sex trafficking. Not about doing it, of course, but about it as a “thing” in the world. I’ve been following the trip four other mom bloggers …
What if We’re Missing the Point of Boredom?
When kids say they’re bored, how do you respond? A lot of parents say, “It’s not my job to entertain kids if they’re bored.” Or “If you’re bored, go find something to do.” Or “Boredom breeds creativity—go make up something to do!” While I …
How to Respond to (More) Breastfeeding in Public Criticisms
So I wrote a post a while ago about breastfeeding in public. And for whatever reason, this week it went a bit viral. As in doubled-my-all-time-traffic-in-two-days kind of viral. Very exciting. However, as always happens when discussing how, when, and …
10 Guidelines for Commenting on the Internet (or PLEASE STOP KILLING MY FAITH IN HUMANITY)
One of these days, I’m going to learn not to read comments on Internet articles. It’s honestly the quickest way to sap your will to live with other humans. However, as a blogger, I understand the importance of comments and …
The Big Kid Promised Land
It was an absolutely gorgeous day. Clear blue skies, mid-70s, a slight breeze blowing through my skirt. My friend, Julie, and I sat on a bench, chatting and observing the other families at the playground: – A mom was giving …
Freedom is a Means, Not an End
Today is Memorial Day, which means celebration (summer!), remembrance, and patriotism. It means honoring those who died in uniform, flags flying, and my Facebook feed filled with friends offering thanks for their freedom. I have to admit, how we commemorate …