The shearing

There comes a time in every young girl’s life when she must do something drastic. She needs to show her independence. Fight the power. Give a big ole middle finger to The Man. Except when you’re three, and The Man is The Mom, and that Thing You Must Do is to take a pair of […]

Fighting the ridiculous fights

As she stands in the water table in her Tinkerbell panties and jammie top, frantically waving an orange toothbrush in the air, I think, “I should really make her get down before she inevitably falls and bashes her head on a rock.” And then I’d have to make the ever difficult decision of whether or not her gaping wound […]