domestic dilettante, humorless feminist shrew

This is 2/3 of what we did this week: The first one is from Margaret Atwood’s poem Spelling: My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how to make spells. I wonder how many women denied themselves daughters, closed themselves in rooms, drew the [...]

Slight delay on the rest of the Disney posts. I got a concussion (cat, stairway, low crossbeam) on Friday and have been out of commission for a couple of days. The bruise on my head has receded, but the pain has not, nor has the very attractive lump on my forehead. I look like a [...]

This is the first of two posts about Disney movies and why I don’t like my daughter to watch them. Part two should be up sometime next week. Obligatory disclaimer before I even start writing this post: it’s about Disney movies, and, more specifically, Disney Princess movies. I realize that Disney has other movies and [...]

Apparently nothing that I scheduled to post last week actually posted–whups? I’m not sure what’s up with that. They’ll get doled out over the next week or two. Today, however, I’m going to post the Great Guide to Cleveland that I end up sending out a couple times a year. Cleveland’s one of those places [...]

Forty years ago today…