Dear Rand Paul,

I don’t know where to begin with you. I’m not going to agree with your Libertarian politics, and you won’t agree with my tree hugging practically communist brand of liberalism. So let’s not try to find common ground there. But here’s something I think we can agree on: freedom of speech. You can’t stand up…

Books My Mother Gave Me

I think the first book I remember my mom giving me was a big yellow hardcover of Maybelle the Cable Car by Virginia Lee Burton (she also wrote Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel). I loved that book and kept it until I was a parent myself. I gave it to my son. He ripped…

Short, Sweet, and True

The smartest thing I’ve heard recently is a line from In Plain Sight. Everything counts. Everything you say, everything you think, and especially, everything you do. It all counts. Sometimes, the truth hurts, doesn’t it? Sometimes, it can give you a new sense of purpose. I’m hoping it’s the latter for that statement, even if…

Dear Woody Allen,

So you don’t think Roman Polanski can be punished? How ’bout you deliver up one of your young daughters to him when she turns 13 in a couple years. If he drugs her and has sex with her, then tell me if you still think that he’s suffered enough. Lisa

10 Things I Learned from Babies

I saw the movie Babies today. It’s a lovely film that looks at the first year or so of life of four babies, one born in Mongolia, one in Namibia, one in Japan, and one in San Francisco. That movie taught me a few things. Some may seem obvious, particularly to someone who has been…

Don’t tell me I can handle it

Some days, I don’t know how to be a good parent. I have a nearly 13-year-old boy, on the verge of puberty, who already has surges of testosterone that make him difficult and mouthy and mean in a way that my sweet boy of yore never was before. And this boy is autistic. He has…

Dear Staples*,

You know the ad with the guy who screams about the great deals? It sucks. And it’s no better now that you’ve added that actor Joey Slotnick. It still sucks. So take it off the air, fire the ad agency, and do something different. Okay? Thanks. Lisa *And that crazily bad advertising agency you’re using.

Making your late 40s look good

Jamie Moyer, the 47-year old starting pitcher for the Philadelphia Phillies, has long been a favorite player of mine. He’s a gentleman, a philanthropist, and an active parent in the lives of his seven children. In his many years with the Seattle Mariners, I never saw him lose his cool. He was respected by umpires,…