Bookish, Veganish, Holding it Togetherish
Zoje Stage takes the electra complex to another level in Baby Teeth. In this article I explore whether this novel adds anything worthwhile to the burgeoning genre of “creepy kids.” Of course, parenting is a joy. It’s also costly, sleepless, and full of anxiety. The whole experience can bring up
I am aware that no one is fooled by highlighter, looking for the part in the heavens that must be shining on (just) the top of my cheekbones and tip of my nose when we meet. That’s cool, I love the excuse highlighter provides to swipe glitter on my face.
How are you doing, Mr. Murakami? I finished Killing Commendatore last week. It’s classic you: narrated by a milquetoast, jazz-loving, Everyman who just happens to fall in with some weird stuff. References to music, art, and breasts abound. The Great Gatsby was more than a reference in this book, huh? Critics
There’s something about late January that’s just…dogged. The cold is piercing and persistent. The sun still goes down too early. It’s gray. All the excitement of Christmas and New Year’s have worn off. We’re in the middle of the tunnel that is winter. At least by mid-February the opening
“How did you know your child has autism?” is the number one question asked of me since sharing Big A’s autism diagnosis. In person, but especially in messages, from acquaintances and strangers alike. Hey, I get it. It’s not a question I wanted to ask aloud either. But paying attention
Raise your hand if you ate a lot of terrible food this December. ?♀️ Yeah, me too. But with PIIT28 I was at least able to maintain my weight. Keeping up my workout regimen increased my energy and kept insanity at bay during all the holiday season. I can see
This gift guide focuses on the girly-girls. Anyone, really, that loves to pamper themselves with makeup, beauty treatments, and luxe accessories. I wear a size everything on this list. If you were wondering. This post contains affiliate links which means that if you click on them and make a purchase,
I have a confession: I side-eye the parents yelling at their kids in Wal-Mart. You know the ones. The real screamers. I’ve always advocated and strived for non-engagement with my kids’ (we both know I mean Big A) negative behavior. With concentrated effort, I usually succeed. Until earlier this week
Thanksgiving is next week. I KNOW. The holidays are always crazy. Even before kids it was a whirlwind. Now I have the added pressure of being the Steward of Wholesome Holiday Memories to helpless young mammals. Once you’re an official Steward adult expectations like bringing sides and desserts to family
The average consumer of the Standard American Diet is abysmally nutritionally deficient. We’ll joke about our cookie habit making us fat, but I’ve never heard anyone crack “If I even look at a (insert junk food here) I get nerve damage/liver failure/non-firing of brain cell neurons.” But that’s the reality. Nutritional