I woke up to a Facebook message from my friend saying there was a shooting at Sparks Middle School and her husband was fine (incidentally, Sparks is right next to Reno, where I live). She wrote this in all caps at least four times and with about five exclamation points behind each "fine." I see [...]
So as I'm sure you've all heard, we've had another mass shooting. Every news outlet is covering it. Every talk show is analyzing it. Every blogger is writing about it. And I have to say, I'm pretty much over it. Yeah, I'm kind of done. Remember a few months ago in Newtown when all those little [...]
I've often heard that one of the best ways to boost kids' self-esteem, decision-making skills, and autonomy is by giving them something to do and then backing off. You know, task them with a job but then allow them to get the job done in a way that they see fit. Incredibly, this works with [...]
I cry pretty easily. Really, it doesn't take much. When we read Harry Potter, I get weepy when Mrs. Weasley shows Harry any kind of motherly affection (I know, don't judge). But last night, while watching The Last Word with Lawrence O'Donnell, I cried for real. Lawrence showed an interview with Kasim Walters. He's a high school student [...]
We're back in 1991. This is the continuation of last week's story when Eric met the fabulous Frangelica. Want to get caught up? Start here. And if you want a list of the whole shebang, go here. ******** "So, was that a friend of yours?" Eric looked up to see a tall, heavy-set man standing next to [...]
So here's one more reason to lose faith in humanity: the LFL or "Legends Football League" (truly, I regret linking to this and showing you any of it, so I'm just sending you to Wikipedia because I know these jackasses really enjoy the publicity from irate people like me writing about them). The LFL was [...]
I've had moments when I've wondered if naming this blog "World's Worst Moms" was really the best idea. Tonight, not so much. The kids are currently sleeping next to me on the floor in sleeping bags because they're too freaked out to stay in their room. Thanks to my horrible case of Honest Mommy Syndrome, [...]
Okay, that's it. I'm officially spent. Last weekend, some friends and I walked a few neighborhoods in Reno to Get Out the Vote for Obama (in honor of my cousin, Logan -- it was really nice). We, of course, encountered a number of "I'm not sure who I'm voting for" people. And then this week, [...]
So yesterday I was lucky enough to come across this post from Grass Oil by Molly Field. This is worth a read for two reasons: one, it's a serious, cautionary, Worst Mom Tale (and by that I mean "worst" in the best way possible -- you know, kind of how "bad" and "phat" somehow got [...]
This is just a little photo essay I like to call "Irony." If you can't tell, the kids are playing fetch with their virtual dog on the Wii, while the actual dog sits in front of them, begging for attention. We've totally crossed over. Even George Jetson had to take Astro on a real walk, [...]
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