Wonder Woman is a Glorified Cowgirl

Wonder Woman is a Glorified Cowgirl

I give the assignment. It’s about superheroes. There’s a lot to be said about superheroes–both Marvel and DC comic superheroes, and regular people who transcend everyday situations in ways that astonish me. “Batman is not a superhero!”...
Drawing Boy Things

Drawing Boy Things

“I like your drawing.” You can’t say “What is it?” Kids get insulted. “You should know what that is, Mommy!” they’ll say. This art’s pretty good. By “good,” I mean easily identifiable by a non-parent....

Nice Girls Get Carjacked

I left the chapel. It was the kind of bird-singing, blue-sky day even God sticks around a little while longer. Fr. Al talked about love, compassion, helping thy neighbor. The usual stuff that in the hands of a skilled orator made me want to save the world. But not...

I Need Gandhi: Little Boys and Weapons of Mass Destruction

Give a boy an object and he’ll make a weapon of mass destruction. Every time. My son is six. I’ve watched this phenomena brewing for some time. I’m a Gandhi-loving pacifist. I never push gun toys on The Boy.  I don’t give him games that promote...

I Can Do Anything I Want

“Mom, you can’t do that!” Um, yes, I can. It seems like I, once again, made an executive parenting decision that was unpopular to the crowd. Too bad. I started to think. I just turned 42. There is a whole host of things I can do now. In fact, I can...