Their Bad Mother

It’s Twilight/New Moon/Oh Hey Vampires And Werewolves Day on the Internets (well, maybe yesterday was, but I’m a sleep-deprived mother of two and so I get some creative leeway with my calendar): the release of the movie New Moon yesterday has unleashed, over recent weeks, waves of virtual commentary about the Twilight phenomenon and culminated,…

Four years ago, my daughter was born. Four years ago, I became a mom. My own mother used to tell me that she considered my birthday as much her day as mine, because it was the day she gave birth, the day that she became a mother. For many years I rolled my eyes at…

Most of my family has served in the military in some capacity or another. My grandfather was in the (Canadian) Navy. My mother was in the Air Force. My father (pictured above) was in the Air Force. My father-in-law served in the Black Watch (Royal Highland Regiment) of Canada in World War II. None of…

In honor of the 40th birthday of Sesame Street, the original version of the all-time awesomest Sesame Street song EVER: (How does one spell MAN-NA MAN-NA, anyway? MAH-NA MAH-NA? MANNA MANNA? MAH-NUH MAH-NUH?) (MUH-NUH MUH-NUH? MUNNA MUNNA?) (doo doo doo-doo-doo) (MA-NA-MA-NA!) Happy Birthday, Sesame. Thank you for the many, many hours of joy, and for…

One of my favorite people just wrote a book. And it’s an awesome book. It’s especially awesome because it’s about a subject that few of us – and I wave my hand unashamedly here – are willing to talk about publicly: sex. Sex after motherhood, specifically. I can be as ribald as the next thirty-something-mom-with-thirteen-year-old-sense-of-humor,…

… if, that is, the angels have a thing for Chicago deep-dish pizza, kettle-corn, and the Red Sox. Which they totally should. (Aerial view of Chicago, looking towards lake. Shot with my iPhone, using ToyCamera application, from a late-afternoon Air Canada flight from Chicago to Toronto. iPhones are awesome.)

A few years ago, I had the amazing opportunity to chat with Gloria Steinem. Yes, that Gloria Steinem. We – she and I and some other bloggers – talked about the Internet and blogging and whether social media could change the world. It was a pivotal moment for me, because although I had been writing…

She looks like what might happen if the Tin Man and the Scarecrow mated and produced a doll-decapitating serial killer, but appearances can be deceiving: she is a Jumbo Rainbow Craft Robot, and the decapitated baby head is Baby Sally, who is – fear not – very much alive and well and fulfilling her role…

Spotted in Area 51: small Buzz Lightyear clone sporting decapitated alien remains on head. Approach with extreme caution.


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