When I was a small child, my parents taught me to believe in Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, the Sand Man, and Jack Frost. The Sand Man was an invisible but kindly little spirit who came every night, just before bedtime, and gently sprinkled soft sand into the eyes of small children. When these same children would then rub their eyes, some adult or even the children themselves would draw attention to the rubbing of the eyes and say something like, “Oh, look! You’re rubbing your eyes.
Mike Park has been on the punk scene for twenty-five years, keeping it real and selling over 1,000,000 albums from a label located in his parents garage. Rocker, impresario, indie music heavyweight, and now a proud dad: This Manic Mama talks to Mike about parenting, music, and his new album SMILE.
The shit about getting older is not that you get tired at four in the afternoon, or that your face starts to look like it’s melting, or that you can’t remember what you knew five minutes ago, or that you work out five days a week just to look like the very worst version you imagined yourself at when you were twenty five, or the eyes that you used to be able to thread a needle in the dark with, now need reading glasses to see your own face in the mirror. Or when you check out a cute random guy you realize you’re about twenty five years older than that person and you are now that old perv, or… I could go on and on but you get the point.
Adam Pertman is a father, Pulitzer prize nominated journalist, and the author of several books on adoption. Adam took time to talk to This Manic Mama about the changing face of the adoption system.
Hipmama.com is thrilled to talk to the hilarious and insightful Nicole Chaison, author of The Passion of the Hausfrau: Motherhood, Illuminated.
I have become completely convinced that I am destined, in any arena where I judge others, to become those others. A karmic way of reminding me that my tendency toward judgment is really just a trick of perspective. And so this week I have become my adoptive parents. Watching my child marry and reproduce long before I am ready to accept it is even a possibility.
"This is a war between the people and the government."
--kid on the street, London August 7 2011.
Four nights ago London erupted in spontaneous violence, rippling out from a council estate north of my home to gradually encompass every borough. Riots and looting were widespread. Cars, buses, and buildings have been torched.
I am not a cool mom. I can’t get into the whole good-for-you-flaunt-it-if-you’ve-got-it-mentality. I don’t think it’s such a great thing when women parade around without much clothing, particularly when the intended audience is young children. As a result of these uncool beliefs, I sometimes find myself in bed (ideologically) with religious, right-wing conservatives. The same people I warn my children about. I wake up thinking, “How the hell did I get here?”
Where and how we give birth is often the first - and sometimes most controversial - choice we make as mothers. This week TMM talks to Christa Craven about her book Pushing for Midwives: Homebirth Mothers and the Reproductive Rights Movement.