. Whenever I am at the grocery with my 6-year-old son I take him to the meat department and point out the severed pieces of animals. Unlike some vegetarian or vegan kids, Zeke hasn’t easily made the connection that the … Continue reading
Dear Mom, Like so many moms, you did the job of both parents. You are the one who bought toothpaste, toilet paper, and school supplies. You arranged for play dates, hosted slumber parties, baked every birthday cake I ever had, … Continue reading
Why do we work so hard to end a child’s innate compassion? Kids aren’t born wanting to eat animals, wear fur, watch donkey basketball games, and see dolphins do stupid tricks. We teach them that those things are okay, necessary even. … Continue reading
Parenting is no joke. My mind never rests from the fear that I am not doing a good enough job, like EVER. I’ll go from believing that if there is a hole in one of Zeke’s socks and people will … Continue reading
Zeke is so excited that he doesn’t eat animals. He loves to tell everyone, “I’m a vegetarian” whether the conversation has anything to do with what he eats or not. For the record, he is 99% vegan with me and … Continue reading
We are a garbage society. Buy something, use it, upgrade or replace, and toss it. In 2009 it was reported that the US consumes 1500 plastic bottles PER SECOND. MY.F’N. GOD. Have you ever thought about where that stuff goes? … Continue reading
Everyday with Zeke brings uncertainties. Will he throw a fit when I drop him off at preschool, leaving me with dreaded guilt for the entire day? Will he eat his breakfast of organic steel cut oats (that I paid too … Continue reading
Before I had Zeke I had noble ideas about how I would raise a child. Bilingual schools, master a musical instrument by the age of 5, he’d debrief me on the New York Times headlines before we left for kindergarden and most importanly, NO TELEVISION ever. … Continue reading
I’m totally clueless when it comes to all things crafty. It sucks because I want to hang my son’s cute projects on the fridge. Poor guy gives me this because art class for us consists of me hitting “print” on some … Continue reading
Sometimes I wish I lived in the 50’s. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I have equal rights and so many liberties but I love a traditional man. I want a man who will check my oil without me having to … Continue reading
