I have been spending too much time with teenagers

How do you know when you’ve been spending too much time with teenagers? When you start acting like them. Case in point: My teenage daughter is going to her first high school homecoming dance. Logic dictates that one should wait until you are within 24 hours of the dance before deciding what shoes you will wear. It goes without saying that Keep reading!

Anti-gay protesters are just sad

It must be incredibly frightening for anti-gay protesters to watch the world around them change and not understand how or why. I assume it would shake one to his/her core to be born into a community where your beliefs about sexuality were foisted upon you such that you forgot you ever had a choice to think them or not. Fast Keep reading!

Confederate flag has only ever meant oppression

I cannot believe we are still talking about the confederate flag allegedly representing Southern pride and heritage. Quoting Ishann Tharoor from the Washington Post, “Americans are finally accepting what many believe it has represented all along: not heritage, nor pride, nor a badge of Southern identity, but a regime of white supremacists who went to war against the Union in order to preserve the inhuman institution of slavery.” Keep reading!

Love letter to people who “get” my special needs child

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It’s not in my nature to tout the accomplishments of my kids. It’s way more fun to write about how they open cereal boxes like a pack of wolves and how that takes me to places of insanity I can barely handle. I’ll step out of my comfort zone because sometimes your child does something you want to shout from Keep reading!

Why kids listen to anyone but their parents

Why won’t my kids listen to me? Because I birthed them! I’m disqualified! Three children is sometimes a lot of children. You delude yourself that they become easier to handle when they can understand words and can physically do things, like take out the trash. Somehow your offspring being able to pitch in doing chores seems like progress when they Keep reading!

Online friends: teens meet for first time

Online friends: What could possibly go wrong? My teenage daughter, who lives in Missouri, met another teenage girl, who lives in California, over the Twitter last year. They became online friends on fandom sites. For those without a teen-to-adult dictionary, a fandom is an online social network revolving around a particular interest (such as a movie, character, celebrity, etc.). It’s Keep reading!

I hate cooking for assholes

I used to love cooking. My first husband and I cooked together a lot as newly-married twenty somethings. He’d open a nice bottle of wine, like maybe one over $10 that had a cork instead of a spigot. I’d pop in a Frank Sinatra CD (remember those?) and blast it so we could hear it in the kitchen. Then we’d wage Keep reading!

FergusonOctober: Weekend of resistance

Activism is defined as the effort to promote, impede, or direct social, political, economic, or environmental change, or stasis. I’ve only ever touched on the notion of activism as it pertains to family politics. You know, picketing my own living room to break up the injustice  of one child dominating the television show selection process for “like, FOREVER, mom!” or passing out flyers in front Keep reading!

Rooster on Grand showcases kids’ rooster art

Rooster pride abounds in St. Louis The family and I ventured over to Rooster on S. Grand last night for the soft opening of Dave Bailey’s second Rooster restaurant in St. Louis, MO. Rooster is a European-styled cafe serving crepes, unusual sandwiches and unique dishes. Yum! They also have a gaggle of roosters crawling all OVER the place. The employees graciously Keep reading!

Two weeks after Ferguson protests

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Aftermath of the Ferguson protests two weeks later Even though our school started two weeks ago, I have already signed up for parent/teacher conferences for my twin 5th Graders. My, how time flies. The children of Ferguson finally started school today because the unrest in their neighborhood made it unsafe to do so. I remember the desperation as a single parent scrambling Keep reading!