I want, more than anything, to teach my kids to choose love. To use the light of intelligence, rather than hide in the shadows of ignorance, to expose hatred. To be accepting and kind. To see past differences in skin color, and religion and gender and race, and to see people as people. Human to human.
Today we honor Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., but his message is bigger than one day. We need to honor him everyday.
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I mean, it’s better than 1 in 292.3 million, right?
Any of you buying Powerball tickets today?
Nurse: Oh hi, Emily! We are so happy to see you again, even though it’s your third visit in a week. We can’t get enough of your smile and your hilarious jokes. Have a seat, and the doctor will be in shortly.
-30 seconds later, a knock at the door-
Dr: Hi Emily. I’m Dr. Clinton. Yes, Dr. Hilary Clinton. You may recognize me from TV because I’m currently running for president, but I’ve found the best way to keep the pulse of the American working class woman is to secretly moonlight as a doctor. (more…)
Never, never, never wake a sleeping baby. Especially if she’s mine.
To My Lovely Daughter,
Let me start by saying how sorry I am, for I’ve been a terrible playmate lately. I hid your recorder and your stupid popcorn vacuum you love so much. I threw away your finger paints because the smell makes me want to vomit. I don’t play chase, and we haven’t been to the park in weeks. Worse yet, I will admit to ignoring probably half of your (nearly constant) requests for my attention, in hopes that if I give you a little time, you will figure out whatever you are working on by yourself. (more…)
Maternity and fashion.
These words go together about as well as vegan and bologna.
Now of course there are exceptions to the rule. The mannequins at Old Navy, for example, always look especially good in whatever is draped and pinned to their plastic, headless bodies. And of course we all have that friend who actually knocked it out of the park, fashion-wise, while knocked up. But as a real-life actual person with a fleshy, over-inflated basketball for a stomach, maternity fashion has been a stretch. The pants sag. The shirts ride up. Everything is itchy. Don’t even get me started on the undergarments. (more…)
For those of you who follow me on Facebook, you know I recently joined the writing cadre at BLUNTMoms. This is exciting for a lot of reasons, especially because for the first time, maybe ever, I find myself in the company of a whole bunch of quick-witted, passionate, intelligent women who are a lot more sweary than I am. Now I get that might not be everyones cup o’ tea, but for me it feels like home. So look for links to my posts here, and if you like your women sharp and sweary, check them out!
My latest post for them went up yesterday. Swing by and have a chuckle (here) if you, like me, find that Christmas gives you a case of the stress squirts…
Something to aspire to if I ever find myself with so much money, I can afford an electric bill higher than rent for a 3 bedroom in Manhattan.
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