I don’t want to brag, but I have the perfect kid. Well, I would if only I could take the best parts from both and ditch the rest. If I could take a little splice of that one and a little slice of the other and stitch them together with pink thread into some sort…
Tag: boys
We Should All Be Weeping
If I had a daughter, I would want her to be little like Emma Gonzalez. Or perhaps a lot like her. There are a hundred reasons. There is her buzz cut for starters. As a woman who used to shave her head I promise you, bringing a set of clippers to your scalp is a…
One Super Girl at a Time
The other day a friend stopped by with her two daughters in tow, all bright smiles and freckle-faced freshness. Her older girl, bordering on middle school, smiled and gave me a sticker which, I was told, she’d been keeping for me because she thought I’d like it. Sweet, right? Look, I scream and use a…
To My Son, Who is Turning Thirteen
Here we are, on the verge of big, bad teenagerdom. I’m not going to lie, I’m scared. Not all the time, and not even about the big, bad things, but nevertheless, she persisted worrying. Have I done enough? Have I reminded you to please and thank you enough? Taught you how to tell a joke…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 