Nonsense fun-fest #2, Whose shoes is whose? Or, find the lesbian! has drawn to a close, and we have us a winner. Her name is Liesel, and she writes the blog Dante’s Inferno with Children. [Liesel, I'll write you later today to get your contact info & further skinny re: choice of booty.]
Now [...]

After the merriment of my first blogular jelly bean count thingy, in which I promised a t-shirt to the person who could most accurately guess the number of pictures I took of my infant son in a twenty-minute spree, I vowed to do it again sometime, when I was duly inspired.
Well I have [...]

“Tilt!,” an essay I posted here some months ago, has been recently republished online as a part of an online exhibit at the International Museum of Women’s Imagining Ourselves Project. The International Museum of Women (IMOW) is a “museum without walls” which sponsors events and exhibits online. (Here’s a March, 2006 piece on [...]

[A lengthier version of this is cross-posted over at LesbianFamily.org.]
It was bedtime, and I thought I was going to have to mount a lengthy campaign to extirpate the lil’ monkey from her downstairs cousins’ room, which she ransacks daily in a never-sated hunger to fiddle with (disassemble, rearrange, touch, or simply breath upon) their toys [...]

Original photo credit: The Windgrove Center, Tasmania, AU.
In celebration of the 100th post, part eight in a ten-part series.
[Key: lil' monkey/ kid #1 = 2.3 yr old daughter; lil' peanut/ kid #2 = 3 week old son]
As proof that a static state of happiness is a mirage, but then again so is a static [...]

Lil’ monkey observes our Walking Goddess midwife in action with the electronic fetal monitor. “Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” goes the heartbeat!
[Warning! Jumbo post alert!]
For all the phenomenal work of the birth mum, it really does take a heap of loving people to help a baby into the world. In our case, Team [...]

Original photo credit: The Windgrove Center, Tasmania, AU.
In celebration of the 100th post, part four in a ten-part series.
In what I hope will be one of the last direct references to the virtual roller derby that was the Weblog Awards, below are, near as I can figure,
Ten contingents to whom I owe thanks for [...]

Moms group takes a field trip.
All week I have been contemplating what I might put in my heart-rending concession speech, to be published promptly after the polls close on this Weblog Awards whirligig. Then I thought: why wait ’til the end of the night? Because what I was going to say would have [...]