Don’t Shoot, Baby

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The zombie apocalypse is not yet upon us. So I sort of choked when I read the article Iowa Mother Teaches Babywearing and Gun Carrying Workshop. Lots of American mothers think they need to conceal-and-carry, and having a baby doesn’t change…

Leonisa Undie Review: Slimming Waist Cincher

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Let’s get one thing straight from the get-go. Leonisa calls this a “slimming waist cincher.” Spanx claims to be “shapewear”, and those things Target sells call themselves “control-top”. But I’m calling it like I see it. My Target-brand, my Spanx,…

You (May Not) Need a Tula

** Disclosure: this piece is written as an independent member of the babywearing community and in no way represents the views and interests of any organization or group living or dead so help me flying spaghetti monster ** A familiar…

The Babysitters Club is Dead

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Childhood nostalgia is in. And back then, we all wished we could be as awesome as Kristi, Mary Ann (and especially) Claudia, and Stacey, the 1980s fab four who started the eponymously-named Babysitters Club. Three times a week, they –…

I Would Fire the Babysitters Club

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90s nostalgia is in. 1980s nostalgia never really left. Clickbait likes to remind us of these things every time we open Facebook: Ten Toys From Your MisBegotten Childhood! Thirty Theme Songs Best Forgotten and Now Doomed to Earworm Status! Twenty-Five…

Daiesu Jigsaw Review

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At first, I wasn’t too sure about Daiesu Sling’s jigsaw pattern. I mean, it’s okay for autism awareness. But was I going to look like The Enigma wearing it? So I girded my loins and asked for black and white,…

When Trying Is Not Enough

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I have major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder. I have suffered from these conditions since I was seven years old. Beginning at age 18, I have tried: St. John’s Wort, B vitamins, Sam-E, Zoloft, Wellbutrin, Gabapentin, Vistiril, Xanax, Klonopin,…

The Violence of Colorblindness

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Every time racial issues arise, parents like you come out of the woodwork. You mean well. You say it on every article about race: “I’m raising my kids to be colorblind,” you insist. “We don’t see race,” you tell us.…

Motherhood is in the Dead Things

So cute, yet so allergic.

From a distance, it looked like an fluffy gray pipe cleaner. Or maybe a big wet feather, fibers spiked into points, the leavings of some overly big bird. My five-year-old waved it at me. “Mama, what’s this?” he yelled from…