Teaching her how to do something can simply mean, you know, just showing her how to use a can opener. It takes 10 seconds and is a great lesson. In fact, no joke, I remember when my own dad showed me how to open a can of diced tomatoes. Guess what, it worked, because afterwards I always could open cans and am now a…

That’s awful. I hope the two guys went to prison for a long time. 

Ah, this reminds me of when I was sharing a hotel room in a foreign country with my partner and his sibling (such a dumb decision, should have paid extra for our own room). We went out somewhere, and I waited outside while they went to the restrooms. My partner walked into the wrong restroom because he didn’t…

So endearing! Sometimes one has to learn the hard way to red flag the needed pages before a public speaking event.

There’s this crazy new thing called YOUTUBE.

I put this on the other day as I was cleaning the house, and from the kitchen I heard a “HOLY SHIT!” from the living room... my partner is easily spook-able and had been tying his shoes on the couch when Olaf made an appearance. He nearly had a heart attack.

Man, I spent my jury duty time hoping the witness who looked like Carl from Aquateen Hunger Force wasn’t the one who had almost the same name as my husband, and doing a jigsaw puzzle with another juror.

...I mean, no longer having any contact with the man you fell in love with during the Shkreli trial doesn’t put you in any worse position than Smythe.

Yep. Called that shit the minute I saw it... because that kind of crap doesn’t happen anywhere except the minds of crazy white people. 

She lives in my town. I assure you, there are an entire crew of racist mommies here just like her. This is one of the 5000000000000000 reasons no one ever saw me at any PTO anythings - and I have hella kids so there is this assumption I should be there. Fuck that shit. I am not making Pinterest cookies and talking…

Oh yes, definitely went through a spy period on account of that book. It’s one flawless work of art- encouraged curiosity and questions like little else.

It was call “the jobless recession” and it kinda sucked for those who graduated into it. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Early_1990s_recession_in_the_United_States#:~:text=The%20United%20States%20entered%20recession,to%20as%20a%20jobless%20recovery.

What massive recession did you graduate into? 

Seconded! I wanted to be in the FBI because of her.

I adored this book as a kid, mostly for Harriet’s independence and biting observations (not to mention that fascinating dumbwaiter and the cool grubbiness of NYC in those days). And its hard truths about consequences. Too many kid books (and movies) today end up in sparkly lessons about friends and teamwork and…

This was a formative childhood book. I recently read it aloud to two girls, 8 and 10 years old over a series of regular dinners together. They loved it, too. They liked Harriet’s independence,

I wanted to Harriet so bad when I was a kid, I borrowed the book from the library 10 times. And sat in the gutter of my house, 20 feet above the ground, spying on my neighbours, untill my mom ordered me down.

“I’m not in any position to tell anyone how my behavior made them feel. I have no excuses for my alcoholism or aggression, only rationalizations. I have been abusive to myself and everyone around me for years. I have a history of hurting the people closest to me. I’m ashamed of that history and am sorry to those I…

His behavior reminds me so much of different people I’ve known with untreated personality disorders* (borderline, bipolar, narcissism) that then add alcohol to the mix. I hope he gets help.