Just a reminder, as it seems many people have either missed the memos, chosen to ignore them, or forgotten them completely: It’s still not OK to say “retarded.” Ever. Not even when you’re just kidding. Not even when you post something written by someone else. Not even because your freedom of […]
Author: Lola Lolita
Let’s Calm Down with the Elementary School Activities Already
I’m an emotional time bomb these days. Most recently, while writing a farewell letter to my high school students, I got all teary-eyed thinking about how much I was going to miss them this summer. The normal, not pregnant me would have had those feelings in my heart but would […]
Commenting Guidelines Every Online Reader Should Follow
Today marks day 2 of June’s NaBloPoMo, and the writing prompt for today is as follows: Do you have commenting guidelines for your readers? Today is a great time to let them know the commenting policy for your blog (or set some new expectations). Come to think of it, I […]
9 Pregnancy Comments to Avoid at All Costs
For many, pregnancy is this wonderfully glorious experience. For others, like me, pregnancy is exactly the opposite. Know someone who’s knocked up? Let me help you communicate with her. I present to you a little something I’m calling Don’t Fucking Say These Things to Pregnant Women Ever. Or Pregnancy Comments to Avoid. I’m […]
The Mediocre Mom’s Guide to Surviving Summer
It’s summer vacation, which means at any given moment on any given day parents across the nation are flooding social media with complaints about how much they hate summer and what they wouldn’t give to send their kids back to school NOW. RIGHT NOW. This, of course, makes me laugh […]
How to Raise Kids–The RIGHT Way
Mommy Wars got you confused about which parenting methods won’t turn your kid into a serial killer? Shhhhh. It’s OK. Check it out. How to Raise Kids — The RIGHT Way 1. Breastfeed them. Or don’t. If you want to give the natural way a shot and you have the […]
The Teacher’s Child
The teacher’s child sits alone, doodling on a scrap of paper with worn crayons and pens found in couch cushions. “Look at my drawing, Mommy,” he says, proudly thrusting his sketch between her and the stack of papers on her lap. “It’s you.” “That’s great,” the teacher praises, briefly glancing up from […]
I Cry for My Son
I cry for my son. Not always, of course, but enough. I first cried for my son just hours after his birth when he quit breathing, the cause of which was unknown until doctors ran a battery of tests and discovered he had suffered a stroke in utero that was […]