oh, man ... i didn't realize that the biolite stove was finally on the market! that thing is sexy, just a couple lbs, and no need for sunlight! ever used one to charge something?

i kind of think that this woman is an asshole ... but then trying to raise a non-violent kid can drive a person to assholery, so i'm gonna have to cut you some slack if you are raising one who literally tries to kill you, with actual weapons ... not just kill you with words

hehe ... i remember that one

does anyone have any suggestions for off-the-grid charging? i like camping away from a/c and running vehicles, but i need to offload pics and cannot live without reading the library books on my android ... i do have an external battery, but that only buys me an extra day or two ... any suggestions for reliable solar…

very true ... having to come to terms with one's physical mortality aside, there are all sorts of tortures that religion can inflict upon a young spirit

i actually educated my daughter on many religions, took her to churches and read her the story of christ's nativity every christmas ... she went to a lutheran (but non-denominational) preschool, and i even let her spend a week at christian summer day camp with a friend, hoping to keep her mind free to make her own…

well, damn ... smack dab in a week when it seems impossible for something good to happen culture-wise it does

it's not that i haven't known gay asshats ... but a gay asshat, in my experience, isn't coming from a sense of being entitled and the norm that, when challenged, turns to "i'm gonna fuck you up" rage ... in my experience, if you tell a gay asshat he is being an asshat, he'll own it and try to do better

that is so sad ... just unthinkable

it's funny you should say that ... because, in my experience, even when i strongly disagree with a gay person — specifically, an openly gay person — on a political issue, they a) can give a cogent, reasonable argument in support of their position, b) fucking listen when it's my turn, and c) are great at co-creating…

i never wanted a pony for christmas until i saw this commercial ... now i want a badass, shit-kicking pony ... pretty please, jolly ol' silver-haired a-hole

it's so funny how "pre-formed" kids are ... they like what they like, and you can only turn them from their destined path by crushing and twisting them

well, yeah ... i did tell her that she would become part of the trees and grass and then the animals that fed on them, and so on

hehe ... until he was thirty, he was defy-death dude ... now he is a hyper-successful upstanding citizen dude ... while i'm doing all the dumbass shit that he did when it was at least arguably age-appropriate

while i had no problem breastfeeding, pumping hurt like hell, and i just could not do it ... so, yeah, junior was attached to me 24/7

i had zero pain/problems breastfeeding, but i do distinctly remember barely hanging by a sleep-deprived, nutrition-challenged emotional thread for the first two months ... and if i had had problems with breast feeding, and someone forced me to soldier on, i might have stabbed them in the eye with a nose suction thingy

i grew up with death ... a series of family tragedies from age 3 until my parents died when i was 14 and 15 ... but i never really dealt with death until after 9/11, when i really understood the randomness of death and accepted its inevitability ... and i vowed to at least aim to live without regret by living an…

oh, man, the hardest thing i ever did was talk to my kid about death ... because the little bastards want details about what happens to their bodies after they are dead ... ugh

have you ever noticed that, when the deaths of black children in urban areas are considered, there's a chorus of parent blaming ... why would you have your kid out playing on her front steps on a hot, summer night? why would you as a parent not just pick up and move to a neighborhood where stray bullets don't go…

i cannot disagree ... especially since the young people must as a consequence register as sex offenders ... but, alas, we all know what happens to photos in the digital age ... you're 14 and you txt a snap of your boobs to your bf ... you break up ... he posts said boobs on reddit ... then pervs around the world show…