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Have you ever walked into a Wal-Mart or a KFC or even the mall and muttered under your breath "Wow.... they shouldn't have reproduced,"? I know that I have, and that's why I found this website to be absolutely hilarious. " Whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com " is dedicated to the...

I'm considering transferring my 7-year-old son to a local private school--Grassroots Free School--that’s structured according to the philosophies of England’s Summerhill School. This educational model is based on the premise that, given the opportunity, children will learn on their own because of...

Just minutes ago a 4-year-old boy died in front of my son’s school. There is no one to blame in this tragedy; he jumped out of his mom's car and darted into the street in front of another car. There was an SUV parked next to his parent’s car, so the teacher who hit him couldn’t see him in the second...

My mother-in-law is going home today after a nine-day visit. There have been a lot of plusses to having her with us: She cooks and cleans while we’re at work. She does laundry. She lets us pick our own Christmas presents. She’s an incredible woman. She knits, crochets, quilts, sews, embroiders, gardens...

If you read my earlier posts, you know my little boy and I have been trying to raise Eastern Black Swallowtail butterflies from caterpillars. Sadly, we haven't had a lot of success yet. We started with three caterpillars, but lost one in the car before we even got home. The second one built its chrysalis...

When I was a kid, there wasn't much in the way of organized sports for kids. In the summer, there was always a coed pick-up game of kick ball, dodge ball or H-O-R-S-E going on in the neighborhood somewhere. We all had family memberships at a local lake that was within bicycling distance. I'm...

Like many other chronic illnesses, Alzheimers has a mysterious rhythm of good days and bad, but gradually what you used to consider a very bad day becomes the norm. The good days are now a pleasant surprise, but Mom's not able to string many of them together anymore. I've read a few books--memoirs...