People ask me if I miss “using my brain” as a stay-at-home parent, but I just endured a conversation between working parents about AI and I am not the one whose brain is leaking out of their ears.
I’m so sorry, Mike. What a loss.
Pocket computers were a mistake.
I’m great at math, have terrible spatial reasoning, AND I have an engineering degree.
People who talk about math, science, and engineering in these ways have a very limited idea about what those things actually are.
I was working in international education at the time. Everybody knew.
It’s not a tragedy. It’s a fucking crime.
My child’s current events teacher is doing an admirable job keeping it together in class this week.
Just scrolling back to see what — omg
My teen received a compliment on her deep red lipstick today.
“Thanks, it’s the blood of my enemies.”
Even worse: I’m convinced I *can* sing, I love to harmonize, and I have a very small bladder. Obviously I’m in.
Poe feels like something my 15-year-old brain hallucinated so it is a relief when someone else confirms she’s real.
They somehow made hotel art even worse.
Happy birthday, Kelly!
I read this while we were showing the girls the video for Cannonball by the Breeders and thinking about how her name is spelled Kelley.
Donating to an abortion fund is one of the most direct ways to change someone’s life.
A librarian had to tell someone to stop playing music on their phone and now there’s a guy taking a phone call in the middle of the study area. Is this the brain damage from repeat Covid infections we’ve been warned about?
A black cat sits curled on the lap of a child with one leg pointed straight skyward.
This cat is giving us the ol’ razzle dazzle.
A persistent thought I have is that many of the people in power would’ve been better off growing up without their fathers.
My kids and I are giggling through Twelfth Night on PBS. Everybody is so good.
Youngest child of a quilter solidarity.
A pale pumpkin with one triangular eye, one narrow, rectangular eye, and a circle for a mouth.
Lucille Bluth winking at a prescription medicine bottle.
Rosie, 12, carved Lucille Bluth’s winking eye alcohol suggestion face into her pumpkin for Halloween.
I subscribed and I think you should too.
Three hours of YouTube?!! I would rather yeet myself into the sun.
It is wild.
A dinner plate of fried chicken, mac and cheese, and greens.
My baby turns fifteen today. You can guess which region of the US she was born in based on my hospital meal.
I remember texting my husband, “That diaper was just a pile of shitty blueberries.” We used cloth diapers.
Shout out to the grandparents at this School of Rock concert. They hated this music when their kids played it and they’re still enduring it for their grandkid’s sake.
A pair of green cargo pants with two enormous books stuffed in the pockets.
I was skeptical about the return of cargo pants, but my teen is hauling books around so I’m on board.
The milky way rises above a group of red-orange rocks with a prominent arch, illuminated by the moon.
The Milky Way rises above a tent between two low trees and a towering rock.
A giant rainbow watches across a cloudy sky over a tent pitched in front of low trees and bushes.
The sun’s golden yellow rays break through low, grey clouds behind shadowed rock formations.
We went camping in the desert. It is a magical place.
Hey, you Shrek-lookin bag of bitch.
(You are lovely and it’s nice to see you.)
I spent four hours at a zoo in Utah. The worst name I heard was Gentry.
