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I see you now, and the parts of you that are me: your smile, the shape of your face, becoming an adult, becoming a person who doesn't always need their mother when they fall. I see you slowly becoming an adult, and I remember how you turned my world upside-down when I was your age.

Long story short — she got two staples in her head. But the deeper story is a feeling that welled up in me that needed further investigation. I had this fleeting feeling that she was now damaged because she would have a scar. I remember feeling the same way the day I picked her up from daycare to find out she had a chipped tooth. “She’s not perfect anymore.” Holy crap, where are these thoughts coming from and where do they have the potential to go?

After 365 days of kid-topia time, Mother's Day is finally upon us!

Some 23.5 million people in the U.S.

I’m not a perfect feminist, which is consistent with my status as not being a perfect anything.

Spotted in: Jack London Square, Oakland

Ariel is a headstrong gal. But oft-overlooked is the depiction of King Triton, a more complicated (mer)man than we give him credit for.

Let it gooooo, let it gooooo! Sing it, Pearl Jam.