Tag Archives: Nerd mom
On Give-aways, Festivals, Jedi-Mom-Tricks, Princesses, and More!
School has begun, with its requisite unloading of parental responsibilities, and driving time, and soul-crushing scheduling, and guilt, and guilt, and more guilt. It’s worse than a church-basement potluck for ex-Catholic-School-Girls. Or Catholic ex-School-Girls. Or whatever. The point is, that, … Continue reading
The Tale of the Young Man With a Golden Screw In His Belly Button (spoiler alert: his butt falls off)
Surely you’ve heard this one. It was a favorite of ours growing up. Here’s the short version: A couple has a baby with a strange birth defect – a golden screw stuck in his belly button. Doctors assure them there’s … Continue reading
Sometimes, we realize that every teenager-type movie from the Eighties is totally spot-on
Full disclosure: This story contains me ruining things for other people. Because I am a kill-joy. Also, a ruiner. Second full disclosure: There are some f-words in this piece. Three of them. FYI. For the last two weeks, I’ve been … Continue reading
Nerd Mom Is Nerdy
I was a total fraud the other day. A baldfaced, unabashed, dirty, rotten liar. My daughter, DeeDee – my rockin and rollin little intellectual, type-A punkster, really wanted to dye her hair pink for the summer. Since I am equipped … Continue reading
I am large, I contain multitudes.
My daughter, at 2:45 today will become Walt Whitman. She has the hat. She has the rakish stance. She’s got the magnetic stare. Indeed, she’s had them all her whole life. I think, in the end, I can blame myself … Continue reading
I’m Not Gonna Be Your FRIEND Anymore.
This morning, the little redhaired boy who rides in our car every morning showed up at my house early. Or I was running late. In any case, I was madly trying to shove some peanut butter sandwiches into the lunch … Continue reading
How I Accidentally Let My Son Watch The Most Anti-Feminist Movie EVER
Hey, did you know that all feminists are man-hating, homicidal witches who are ceaselessly plotting to destroy motherhood? Good ole Hollywood. Keeping us up-to-date. Whatever would we do without them? Last weekend, my oldest had a basketball practice and my … Continue reading
My Apparent Hyperbole Addiction
My twelve year old child has had just about enough. Given that we had about, oh, I don’t know, an inch of snow today, and given that it engendered at TOTAL SNOW APOCALYPSE (cars spinning out in the road, smashed-in … Continue reading

