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Muscle: Studentum burntoutus profundus

Origin: proximal massage education facility.

Insertion: inferior surface of bedding covers.

Actions: tearing of the hair, mastication of the jaw, and systemic collapse via exhaustion.

To shorten this muscle, continue cramming relentlessly. To lengthen, intermittently apply chai latte and laughter.

Approximately 2% of you are laughing now: to you, who have survived kinesiology in medical or massage school (or [...]

How to Pick an Anti-Kyriarchy Preschool, Part One: Why

Most parents, in my observation, have a hard time sending their child off to school — or anyone else’s care — for the first time. Although I have to believe it mostly a stereotype, or give up on humanity altogether, the meme of the parent — usually a mother, of course– picking a preschool as [...]

A study in endurance and ableism

November 24

I am sitting in a chair, a sturdy folding table before me. My hands are clenched; my eyes are fixed on them but do not really see. I feel every systole and diastole of my heart, and it feels like it is trying to move five gallons of blood this hour, not just five [...]

WFPP Guest Post: The Family Poster

In this entry to the Womanist/Feminist Parenting Primer, we see that sometimes the little moments and the big moments are the same thing.

When Susannah told me this story, of making her preschooler’s “family poster” and realizing it’ll be the first time he’ll really be vulnerable to homophobic bigotry — or “simple” ignorant schoolyard teasing [...]

They say it’s your birthday

It’s my birthday too, yeah.

And yes, we are planning on having a good, if subdued, time. There might even be a small party party.

Some interesting facts:

The Man and I share a birthday, though I am younger, and thus according to our society better and prettier, by two whole years.
He’s officially becoming an old man today, [...]

WFPP Guest Post: Back to school: solidifying the cerebral

This entry comes from Jenn Crowell, a student, novelist, and dear friend with whom I share far too much in common.

This piece, on explaining to her young daughter the nature and importance of her work/school studies, resonates strongly with me, as I’ve dealt with similar concerns over work, school, domesticity, and trying to make sure [...]

Changes they are a-comin’!

While I could go on about regretting that I didn’t do this months ago, I’m instead just going to celebrate it now: I am the proud owner of RaisingMyBoychick.com! (Don’t bother going, there’s nothing really there at the moment.) I’m in the process of switching the blog over to WordPress at the new URL: everything [...]

Of pink shirts and mary janes

Scene one: It is morning, ninety minutes into our attempts to clothe the child and get ready for the day. We have achieved pants, and just managed to slip a grey shirt over his acquiescing but still squirmy head. And so, of course, he changes his mind, insists he needs to change his shirt. [...]

Five minutes of self care

Five minutes of self care, every day.

This is my homework.

Don’t laugh; it says so, right there, bottom third of the weekly report page for Massage Lower:
Five minutes of self care

Sunday:
Monday:
Tuesday:
Wednesday:
Thursday:
Friday:
Saturday:

This really shouldn’t be hard, should it? Five minutes. Every day. That’s all. Five minutes is nothing. It takes the Boychick [...]

Why I’m not blogging

I actually have a draft sitting in the hopper that I typed out at midnight yesterday when I couldn’t sleep, which I was really hoping to get up today, but which (because I typed it out at midnight when I really should have been sleeping) really needs a thorough clean up and sprucing before it’s [...]

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