So in my mind, the thought of school lunches still evokes the classic metal lunch box with matching thermos. If you were lucky, your favorite cartoon character or heartthrob t.v. star would be emblazoned on the front. If you were less monetarily blessed, you probably had a hand-me-down or bargain bin version starring whatever your … Read morePrecidio’s Snack in the Box
I can imagine this story originating as a bedtime conversation between a parent and a particularly imaginative child. “So there’s this brave tuba and he meets a sad banana and they join forces with a dancing giant to defeat some bullying beavers…” Which actually just summed up the plot for you. It’s a cute, … Read moreBatty Betty
This is a timely book in the current political climate of the U.S., where even legal immigrants are being viewed as suspiciously other. It’s strange that in a world that seems to be smaller each day, we are separating ourselves more than ever. Sonya Sahi and the First Grade: It’s International Day! by Soma Mandel … Read moreSonya Sahni and the First Grade: It’s International Day!
“Dear Best Friend, I can already tell that I will hate everyone but you. Sincerely, Ava Helmer (that brunette who won’t leave you alone) We’re still in the same room, you weirdo. Stop crying. G” I feel like readers past a certain age aren’t going to fully grasp the artful dance of this book. If … Read morei hate everyone but you
In case of a zombie apocalypse, Sam’s Club is the place I want to be. Shopping malls may be a little shinier and more refined, but I’m much more comforted by the towering stacks featuring giant packages of..well, everything you could possibly want and some things you didn’t even realize you needed! In the meantime … Read moreHuggies Little Snugglers: From the First Hug to the #SecondHug and a Million Hugs After #ad
The death of my puppy at the beginning of this week really tore my heart out. I’ve been avoiding watching the news because I can’t handle the Willy-Wonka-ized political landscape or the sadly mundane horror stories of the tragedies humans inflict on each other. I can’t stand the way those stories are doled out in … Read moreGirls As Prey.
Here’s the thing: I never wanted to be a mother. I knew this always, from the beginning of memory onward. Maybe it’s because we grew up rough, maybe it’s because I saw the world as a writhing, painful, grasping place to which I would never subject a fragile new life. But I always knew. This … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 2: My Girls.
So we were playing hide and go seek, which involves her crawling under the chair I’m sitting in and loudly ordering me to count. Then I’m supposed to run all over the place, opening doors, peeking in cabinets, frantically trying to find her- while she giggles uncontrollably under the chair. She pops out and stand … Read moreEqual parts silly and smart.
A pair of wings so they can flutter off into the sunset while avoiding their tormenters? A pair of machetes so they can so they can slice off a few heads? Ohhhh right. They should grow a pair of Magical Testicles, take it like a man, snitches get stitches. Excuse me while I vomit. This … Read moreBullying Victims Should “Grow a Pair”