Face painting self-administered, for the occasion of her Gramma’s birthday. She wanted to write “Happy Birthday” on her face, but we convinced her that writing backwards into the mirror with grease pencils onto a fairly small surface area was a doomed, if imaginative, undertaking.
For the fun of it, here’s the self-administered face paint job circa [...]

Many of you watched or heard the President’s State of the Union speech last night.  So did my daughter, much to her great thrill (”We’re staying up late! To watch the news!” she said, with a frisson of excitement).  Throughout the speech, though, she was left with a great number of quesitons.  Some were easy to [...]

Who knew?! Clearly not me.
If it weren’t for a friendly note from someone who found out about Lesbian Dad from the voting page, I’d have never, ever known.
Nominations opened January 1st, closed January 12th, and then randomly selected voters chose finalists from a list of the most-nominated weblogs. And yegods, LD made the cut for [...]

Boy with pinkie, Berkeley, CA.

And so we enter the terrible threes. Again.
The variation on this theme? BOY! Who, like his sister, certainly isn’t limiting his contentiousness to his second year. All folks near young humans know that the phrase “terrible twos” is only in common usage because of the alliteration thing.  Three years old is when most young humans [...]

“Martin Luther King Jr, Birmingham Alabama, 1963,” by Ernst Haas.
One of my favorite photographs of Dr. King. Given the year and the setting (a jail), I think we can be fairly sure this was not just any jail, but a Birmingham one, and that the text being passed was one which included Dr. King’s now [...]

Certainly you know of the calamity in Haiti. [Constantly updated Wikipedia page here.]
Here’s the whole of Bitch,Ph.D.’s post Help Haiti:
If you are among the many who wish there was something you could do to help Haitians right now, here is some advice in choosing organizations to support. Short version: send $, not stuff, and send it [...]

As I quipped on Twitter the other day — and that’s pretty much the main thing you can do on Twitter, quip:
3 kinds of menopause. Angry kind. Weepy kind. And chuck the broccoli over yer shoulder into the kitchen when yer son refuses to eat it kind.
Then I added:
Guess which kind I have.
Really, that was [...]