It’s Black Friday – and that means that we’re all a little fatter and shopping away our shame, right? Unless you live in Porter Ranch, in which case you are either A) recovering from being trampled and/or maced, or B) the kind of lunatic who will pepper spray children for a shot at half-off an Xbox Kinect. Yes that happened… Read more →
Author: Morgan
SOS. {Save Our Sleep} PLEASE.
I am in hell. Okay, I’m being dramatic, I’m in the Valley, but still – this sleep nightmare has got to stop. I am at my wits end. Until a few weeks ago, I was incredibly blessed in the toddler-parent-sleep-department. Scott and I would drop Dee in her bed around 8 – read her Goodnight Moon, and wish her sweet… Read more →
Whose Country Is This? An Open Letter to My President.
[photo: Randy L. Rasmussen, Portland Oregonian] Dear President Obama, Are you seeing this? Do you see what’s happening to the youth and the grass roots movements for change in our country? Are you reading the same reports and watching the same images I am? Does it make your blood boil? These are community organizers, and passionate youth, and believers in… Read more →
I’m Only Happy When It Rains
Raincoat by Hatley Little Kid Wellies by Hunter (also available in adult sizes…and embossed snakeskin…rowr.) Brelli Biodegradable Umbrella (in Kids and Adult sizes.) Also look at this one, which is so pretty. And this one which reminds me of my umbrella as a kid. It’s raining. Which means I’m happy. It’s the coziest weather we get here in the ye… Read more →
Unemployment: Not Just a River in Egypt.
Us, December 2008 In January of 2009 I lost my job. I was 27 years old, and I’d never suffered a single day of financial hardship. Sure…I thought I had. I mean, I never did get that pony I wanted. But the reality was, I had no fucking clue what financial hardship actually was in January of 2009. A few… Read more →
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Here’s The Thing…{On The Epidemic of Bullying.}
Growing up I was lucky never to be on the business end of the bullying stick. Not in the traditional sense. I somehow escaped that horror of the formative years. But these reports of sexual harassment running rampant in grades 7-12 are striking a chord I didn’t realize I had to strike. These are memories I haven’t thought about… Read more →
I like this.
I wouldn’t trade our stunner Binth Baby Book for anything, but there’s something near irresistible to me about this trim log from Molskine. Read more →
Did I Tell You Guys About The Time I Interviewed Gwen Stefani?
I first saw Gwen Stefani perform live at KROQ’s Weenie Roast in 1993. She wasn’t on the bill – but Sublime was playing in the early part of the day, and Gwen performed a couple of killer duets with the late Bradley Nowell. I was awed. Who was this Platinum wonder? And HOW, pray tell, could I be her immediately?… Read more →
Cut Your Crap…Or Maybe Today I Should Go With “Get Your Shit Together”
Friends and lurkers, I am fucking up like a wildwoman lately. My shit is NOT together. My crap is NOT cut. In July I had a little moment of civil disobedience in Chase bank. I was angry. I had taken my money out of the behemoth and moved it to a small credit union here in the valley. But Chase… Read more →