[nextpage title=”Page 1″ ] As the school year is upon us, crafty tutorials, creative lesson plans, and learning-centered art projects are floating around the internet, in parenting magazines, printable worksheets and children’s toy stores. Everyone’s looking for a way to make learning fun for their kids. If you’re not a […]
[nextpage title=”Page 1″ ] While ALF only hung around for four short seasons, he was a staple in my childhood. With his fake fur coat, long, leathery brown snout — think Gonzo, coated in chocolate and melting in the midday sun — and unapologetic love for belches and burping, he […]
By Jennifer Collins of Graceful Mess I am admittedly not the greatest housekeeper in the world. I could blame others for this problem of mine. At times I actually have blamed genetics or habits picked up in childhood and even the people who live under our roof. The inhabitants of […]
I know you want me. I can see it in your foamy eyes, staring at me from across the room with your savory little mustache. You want me to lick you, you twisted creature. You want me to drop another five bucks on the shortest-lived thrill ride in America. Well, let […]
[nextpage title=”Page 1″ ] I like to complain. And I think almost everything is stupid. I do. Mostly because I am still a disgruntled 16-year-old trapped in an older, mid-30s-something’s body, but also because it relieves stress to complain and think everything’s stupid. And also mostly because I’m an asshole. (←That’s […]
Remember the days when purchasing Pringles didn’t require anxiety meds due to option overload? When coffee was either caffeinated or decaf? Remember when Oreos came in one flavor, and if you were feeling squirrely, you might have opted for the double stuff and perhaps dunked that bad boy into an […]
By Rebecca Leistikow of Smug Mommy If dudes had boobs and dads had wombs if chicks had dicks instead of tubes and papas bled and lay in bed while mommies smoked cigars instead, these very men would surely be the smuggest bunch at gymboree. And mommy wars would be replaced […]
[nextpage title=”Page 1″ ] I call myself an artist because I like making art. For me, it doesn’t matter where I’ve shown my art, what “techniques” I’m using, or who I’m selling it to. Art is my life force brought to fruition in a way that others can see and […]