I really try not to be a judgey parent, because I know how judged we already feel. But sometimes it’s hard not to be. For example, we were attending a pool party when another mom warned me about my daughter’s soon-to-be kindergarten teacher: “Miss Virtue is old and rigid and just doesn’t understand my son Dougie’s needs. He’s a very […]Read More Why I’m A Mean Mommy
My daughter Brontë recently started attending preschool. It was high time for her to go (she really wants to make friends with other children), but for me, it was bittersweet. It’s the end of an era: the World of Just Mommy and Brontë. It means she won’t stay a little girl forever. Someday she will […]Read More What’s Up With All the Peanut Allergies?
Surfing the internet the other day, I came across this ad from the Ladies Home Journal in 1955. It reads: Why We Have the Youngest Customers in the Business: This young man is 11 months old–and he isn’t our youngest customer by any means. For 7-up is so pure, so wholesome, you can even give it to […]Read More Mountain Dew: Gateway to Meth Addiction?