A Giveaway in Honor of My 86th Ex-Step-Cousin Twice Removed

If Alexander Skarsgård shows up at my front door, knocks three times (no doorbell and no knocking two, four or five times) and says, “Leave all this and come run away with me.” I’m going to abandon everyone and leave here with this slightly broken very handsome tall man. Ok, maybe he’s not slightly broken but his character in What Maisie Knew sure is. Yesterday William and I saw a screening of What Maisie Knew and it was a ridiculously uncomfortable movie to watch. It was a great movie (see William’s …

There is No Such Thing as a Bonus Mom

This morning I had breakfast with a girlfriend and tried to explain the unexplainable. She, in turn, shared her nonsense, and we tried to make sense of the nonsensical. I’ve decided that shrugging a lot is probably the best way to go through life. Unless you’re a blogger, then commentary is the best way to get through life. I wasn’t planning on posting today. I thought I’d just let the video of the mother who injects Botox into her eight-year-old daughter simmer and gathers everyone’s interest. So I figured I’d poke around …