Wow.

Soooo…it’s been quite a week. Anybody else make the mistake of taking their daughter voting last week? “Nevermind! Turns out the country is a lot more sexist that we thought.” Whew! Glad I’m not the only one who screwed that up. My 9 year-old cried bewildered tears Wednesday. This was a very black and white issue for […]

Alice and Sexy Cheeseburger

This ad just makes me sad. I can’t find it on Youtube, but ispot has it up here.  I’ll break it down for you. (Sorry about the play buttons in the middle up of the photos – I screen-capped the video.) Don’t mind me including my own voice-over.     Yes, these are (very young) adults and […]

12 Things I Want My Daughters To Know

Your intelligence should be ever-expanded with quality books, education, and conversation. Don’t stop seeking them out. I really don’t care if you don’t take a jacket. You’re not going to die of exposure in New Jersey. Just don’t be the girl who doesn’t take a jacket and then whines about the cold. She’s annoying. Focus […]

War on Thanksgiving?

We have RULES in this family, dammit. There are certain expectations for all of us. We must uphold our values, no matter how societal pressures influence us. These restrictions are hard and fast and non-negotiable. You can do whatever you like in your own house, of course. And if I don’t like a store’s policy of putting […]

Advice, Gosh Darn It

Last week at an indoor water park, I lost the giant black mumu very stylish cover-up that I had just purchased. I put the cover-up down on a railing, went to do something with my younger kid, came back, and it was GONE. *horror*. My flip flops were still there. This was not acceptable. I was now essentially walking around […]

$%@# my students say about cardiomyopathy

So I’ve had the surprisingly enjoyable task of  explaining the whole “Where Was Mrs. D” thing to my students. I basically told them 5 things: 1.  I was really sick and I didn’t know it. Always tell your parents and go to the doctor when you feel like you can’t breathe right. 2. My heart […]

The Arts as an Antidote to Testing

If it’s quiet in here, I’m doing it wrong. I am sitting on the chilly windowsill with my legs dangling, kicking the bookcase below. The sound in my room is such that my clunky boots can’t be heard hitting the shelves right below me. Another teacher walks in – she may have knocked, who knows […]