PARENTING, 80’S STYLE Back in the 80s, “helicopter parents” were a rare breed. Today, if you don’t hear your child for more than five minutes, then your neighbors might as well call DCF. In the 80s, if you didn’t hear your child for more than five minutes, it was a good day. You may even... Continue Reading →
Teeny Tiny Chronicles, Chapter 11: Spitballs
SPITBALLS The second heart-to-heart I ever had with my mother was in Spain when we were staying at my aunt Mariela’s apartment. Mariela lived on the top floor of a building in Madrid. My father, who is her little brother, taught me how to terrorize people from above in the form of spitballs and... Continue Reading →
Teeny Tiny Chronicles, Chapter 8: The B Word
The B Word When I was young and spunky, my parents had a friend named Fred. He was the most interesting person I knew at the time. A very wealthy man, Fred had a pool, a mansion, and a significantly younger live-in girlfriend. (I didn’t even know it was possible to live with someone with... Continue Reading →
You, specifically! Are you ready?
This week in unpopular opinions that have annoyed people: I don't think vaccines cause [insert diagnoses here]. I would rather have a child with [insert any of the above] than a child who dies from a preventable disease. Person-centered language. This isn't really an opinion; it's being a decent person who uses language that ensures... Continue Reading →
