ParentZ Bop: Tantrums and Demands

Ah, toddlers. Those purveyors of public humiliation, beggars for the other kind of squeezy yogurt, tormentors of big sisters, and unrelenting advocates for the right to wear the unwashed pair of Doc McStuffins underwear (that also has Lambey on it, because, duh)....

That Was Eight

    When I was eight years old, I started cracking my knuckles. I can’t remember who taught me, or why I thought it was a good idea, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. When I was eight years old, I got the world’s worst. Freaking. Perm. Ever. It was hideous. I...

A Letter to My Dad on Father’s Day

Dear Dad, Father’s Day isn’t quite what it used to be. Instead of carefully selecting tacky, golf-related items for you to cheerfully open, now my daughters and I pick out useless junk for my husband to exclaim over. Same routine, different viewpoint, I...
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