Kissing a hippo
The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s mascot is William the hippopotamus. My son loves William. He kisses him all the time. ALL THE TIME. He’s also more than willing to chuck…
The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s mascot is William the hippopotamus. My son loves William. He kisses him all the time. ALL THE TIME. He’s also more than willing to chuck…
Is she for real? No one gets to claim a quarter-life crisis. There’s no such thing. The self absorption required to complain that your twenties aren’t what you envisioned them…
When my wife arrived at the dentist office yesterday afternoon, the hygienist said, “Did you hear? It’s a boy!” She had no idea who or what the woman was talking…
We have some exciting news for you in regards to our upcoming Speak Up storytelling events. First, in case you haven’t marked your calendars, our next two events will take…
His sister loved Pat the Bunny when she was a little girl, but it’s entirely possible that my son loves the book a bit more. My favorite part of this…
I took a lot of flack (and quite a bit of praise) for my position on the attention given to the royal baby. My position is essentially this: Shut up.…
Me: You need to start cleaning up your toys by yourself. Clara: But Dad, at school, we all work together to clean up our mess. Things always go better when…
Carolyn Bucior writes about a newly released 60 Minutes/Vanity Fair telephone poll of 1,186 U.S. adults that identifies temper is the primary trait many American women would like to change…
It’s remarkably progressive and exciting that Britain has legalized gay marriage. I love news that angers bigots. However, it’s remarkably arcane, incredibly regressive and rather depressing that a unelected, genetically…
I saw someone reach over and take a copy of The National Enquirer off the newsstand today. She thumbed through the pages, stopped to read a headline or two and…