HiroP and his little friends are all mad for Star Wars, bakugan, and Pokemon cards. They’re also all expressly forbidden from having them out to play during the school day. If they can take them out to finger, it’s only… Read more ›
I’ve been scattered and stretched and working hard lately, while HB has started a demanding new job. And yesterday the poor Unreliable Narrator reached a breaking point. The UN has the quirk of liking frozen vegetables well-nigh frozen. (I think… Read more ›
Have you ever wondered who finds the music for tv shows like Grey’s Anatomy? Well, it’s unbelievably cool people like this parent at the Unreliable Narrator’s school. She set up a fundraiser for the school and invited all of her… Read more ›
Angelenos are far from anti-intellectual. Are you kidding me? We have all that time trapped in a car with each other to philosophize. To wit– The Unreliable Narrator: Daddy, how did Star Wars get to be bad? HB: You mean… Read more ›
Rocker Mom to Soccer Mom: I feel you, girl.
HB and I lived in the San Francisco bay area for 9 years, and we very happily ate our way through as many varied cuisines as we could (on the cheap–I was a grad student, he was a part-time (!)… Read more ›
Would you believe it’s possible to bike to work in LA?
For R. & L., who are ready to pop any day now, and for M.’s sister in March. HB and I were lugging our bulging baby bag and baby to the park one day when he was about 11 months… Read more ›
it’s almost 2008, and i can feel the seasonal melancholy in the air, in spite of the true cheer we managed to generate by overeating and exchanging gifts. times like these i’m happy to hibernate. long naps are alluring.
i’d posed the question before about toy manufacturers who use factories in china to make their toys, and how they can possible ensure that toys are made to U.S. safety standards.