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No Plungers Allowed: On the injustice of lawsuitphobia trumping the rights of an 8 year old.">No Plungers Allowed: On the injustice of lawsuitphobia trumping the rights of an 8 year old.

Posted by on April 7, 2013 at 5:21 pm

Short version first: sign this petition! Long version second: Sign this petition to help encourage a school district to move past its fear of a lawsuit, and allow a child to both eat lunch with her peers, AND follow the instructions of her medical care provider. The bullet points are thus: Bonnie can’t take food orally. She consumes [...]

Basic Training: Cloth Diaper Laundering">Basic Training: Cloth Diaper Laundering

Posted by on March 29, 2013 at 6:15 am

You’ve decided to go easy on the planet and use cloth diapers on your baby. You’ve picked out your stash, coordinated your covers, and worked through your first 2 days worth of diapers. If you haven’t chosen a diaper service, you are faced with a small pile of pooey laundry. Yikes and double yikes! Take [...]

UnNesting">UnNesting

Posted by on March 22, 2013 at 11:40 pm

Unnesting In two short days, my oldest son heads off to college. This summer has been a bit of a whirlwind in preparation for this moment. I feel rather frazzled as I attempt to get him ready while keeping up with our already hectic daily routine. Where to start? I see the mental notes going [...]

Winning the award for the strangest Product Recall of the year: Moldy baseball gloves">Winning the award for the strangest Product Recall of the year: Moldy baseball gloves

Posted by on July 6, 2011 at 9:14 pm
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE July 6, 2011 Release #11-271 Firm’s Recall Hotline: (800) 451-7913 CPSC Recall Hotline: (800) 638-2772 Mizuno USA Inc. Recalls Baseball and Softball Gloves Due to Presence of Mold WASHINGTON, D.C. – The U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission, in cooperation with the firm named below, today announced a voluntary recall of the following [...]

To look at him, so improbably there; on parenting a preemie, 9 years later."> To look at him, so improbably there; on parenting a preemie, 9 years later.

Posted by on July 5, 2011 at 11:29 pm

Max was born eight years and 359 days ago, in an OR where I later spent the majority of my work life, tying the OB’s gown too tight if he had annoyed me and giving cricoid pressure,until anesthesia said go. I don’t remember it. It’s partly the interposing nine years, it’s partly the decade I [...]

The wind at your back: On why I hate potty training. ">The wind at your back: On why I hate potty training.

Posted by on June 22, 2011 at 11:00 am

Dear Person Who Designs Building Layouts, I feel like I might be over-stepping, given that all of my CAD classes were ones that I was in while cutting algebra, and I basically flunked my technical drawing classes, cuz they were the last period of the day, and, well, everyone knows that’s when you get the [...]

Ruby Bridges and me: Diversity on the school front">Ruby Bridges and me: Diversity on the school front

Posted by on June 3, 2011 at 7:58 pm

The story of Ruby Bridges, the first African American child to attend an all white elementary school in the South has conjured many emotions for me throughout my life. My sentiments evolved from being an African American student at predominantly white schools to being a parent of African American children at predominantly white schools. While [...]

Enjoying the wind in your hair: On kids and nature">Enjoying the wind in your hair: On kids and nature

Posted by on June 1, 2011 at 5:24 pm

In today’s world of cool electronic devices for gaming, music, and friends, many find that their kids are content to stay indoors.  It is not uncommon for most American children to come home exhausted from a day of education and after-school activities. At this point many of them just plain check out with the help [...]

Open or closed? On kids, and privacy. ">Open or closed? On kids, and privacy.

Posted by on May 28, 2011 at 3:34 pm

Growing up, my family was very ‘pee with the door open’.  Or at least, that’s my recollection.  If I had a question, it would not wait until nature had stopped calling to my mother with the promise of 2 minutes of silence.  I would rush down the hall, brimming over with the fierce urgency of [...]