Author Archives: braintofingers
It’s Not Her, It’s You
“Mama, what wrong with me? Why does nobody want to be my friend?” This is what my 5 year old asked me when we were driving, as her sister napped beside her in the van. Why would a 5 year … Continue reading
1 in 50
Early on, when my daughter was a baby, I started noticing that she was just a “bit more”. She was more sensitive to sound, light, and temperature, Textures were sometimes unbearable. She was more loud. She was more persistent. As … Continue reading
My family
“Where did you GET your kids? They are so beautiful!” “Well, I grew them inside my uterus and pushed them out through my vagina.” My answer is always treated as though I have somehow said something offensive and inappropriate. The … Continue reading
Do We Need Pink to Teach Science (or anything else) to Girls?
OK, my first post about GoldieBlox, I wrote when I was riled up. I am glad I did, because the reactions are giving me a lot to respond to. Also, I did not think too many would read it. My … Continue reading
Let’s empower little girls! Let’s stop all of this Princess bullshit! So a woman engineer comes up with the brainchild “GoldieBlox”. I saw it in the store one day, after hearing so much about it. It could have just blended … Continue reading
Hell No, We Won’t Go
So my 3 and 4 year old made posters of their own to go to a protest last weekend. It was a protest called “Defend Our Climate, Defend Our Communities”. Some people didn’t like that I was taking them to … Continue reading
Oh, That Pesky Internet
I have a strong love/hate relationship with the internet. I feel in some ways that I am addicted to it, although whenever I do get a forced break, I don’t seem to mind. We travelled enough and camped “out of … Continue reading
“You’re a fatty.”
My daughter comes over to me at the computer one day and spits out venomously “You’re a fatty.” “Excuse me?” “You’re a fatty. You are too fat to sit in that chair.” Every single childhood bullying moment came flooding back … Continue reading
Hey, baby!
I am disgusted with the fact that there is something I need to explain to my 3 and 4 year old daughters. Not that I don’t have open communication with them, because for the most part, I do. They can … Continue reading
“that family”
I see the stares, the frowns, the pointing fingers, the judgments. Because we are “that family”. I am “that mom” and my child is “that kid”. We are the ones you hear before you see. I am the one sitting … Continue reading