One Woman’s Run to D.C. Women’s March Sparks a Domino Effect of Activism

I know I’ve been under the radar for a while. Did you think I ghosted you? I would never do that to you. I’ve just been caught up with the book. You know how it goes. I might have exciting news on that front soon, but I don’t want to jinx it so enough about that.

What I really want to talk to you about is this amazing woman I met. No, I’m not leaving my husband or switching sides or anything like that although that does seem to be going around, and it would be juicy, and if it comes to it, I’m not above creating some drama in my life so I can write a book about it and become a bestseller.

But this post isn’t about any of that. Let me get to the point.

After I attended the march in New York last Saturday, I raced to the T.V. the next morning and flicked on the news looking for reports about the events. I had to know everything. What happened in Washington? Who were all the speakers? What did Gloria say? Basically, after marching in New York, I wanted to attend the one in Washington via the T.V.

But I couldn’t find it. This was the largest march in U.S. history, and yet it was difficult to find coverage. How could that be? The news channels showed the same five pictures of the marches around the country (and around the world), but they showed no clips of anyone on the ground reporting on them or interviewing participants. The media only showed one two-second clip of Gloria Steinem and the same five-second clip of America Ferrera at the podium. Where was the rest of the event? What actually went on in Washington? What the hell did Gloria say?

There had to be something, I thought. It was inconceivable to me that such a historic event would garner such little coverage. I kept flipping through the channels until I landed on AM Joy on MSNBC where she had a woman on I’d never heard of before. The woman wasn’t a public figure or celebrity, but she was a serious activist in the women’s march so I was surprised I hadn’t seen any news coverage of her before.

This 31-year-old runner, Alison Desir, decided to run from New York City to the Women’s March in Washington D.C. to raise tens of thousands of dollars for Planned Parenthood. I slowly backed into a seat on the couch, never taking my eyes off the screen. I was mesmerized by this woman’s moxie, her fierceness. Here was a woman, just a regular person from Harlem, who woke up one morning and said, “You know what? I’m gonna run from here to D.C. and I’m gonna raise $44,000 while I do it, too.”

She could have been anyone, and that’s what struck me.

So many of us felt shock and despair after the election. We didn’t know how exactly to go about getting involved or what we could do to make a change. We felt powerless. What could just one person do after all? But Alison Desir is just one person, and this is what she did.

I was so impressed by her, I felt compelled to somehow meet her. So I contacted her. I arranged an interview to hear the whole story. I knew it would be uplifting and at a time with so many doubts as to the direction of our nation, I thought we could use a little of that. But the story, not just of Alison, but of all the people who came out to support her just kept getting better and better. In the face of all the negative news, I was actually hopeful again about our country and its citizens. Still, the whole time I couldn’t help from wondering, where was the national news coverage? Why wasn’t Alison’s face plastered across every newspaper and magazine cover? Why hadn’t we heard of her before? Might it be sexism? Might it be the very thing the March was designed to protect against?

More people needed to know about her. More people needed to hear this story. So please, if you’re feeling adrift after this election go read the article on Scary Mommy. You’ll feel different afterward.

On The Big Waste of Money That is a Backyard Playset

It’s that time of year again, the time when hundred of thousands of parents across the nation will shell out their life savings for a backyard playset. I know. I was one of them. I don’t know what came over me – pure, unbridled optimism; utter delusion; dementia – but there was a point not too long ago where I just had to have a backyard playset for the kids. In my heart I harbored hope that this was the answer to all my problems. My problems being my kids permanently attached to my body like Siamese twins – or in this case Siamese triplets with one of bunch approximately 35 years older.

I needed something with bells and whistles (but not too many bells and whistles because that’s expensive) to captivate their attention outside in the glorious sunshine and fresh air where kids have played naturally for millennia. Instead of kicking them out of the house and locking the door like I should have, I plunked down good money on a playset. This is the tale of that playset, and my words of caution to you. But you’re gonna have to go over on Scary Mommy today. Well, actually, it was over there yesterday, but I forgot. Can you believe that? I completely and totally forgot. I had it marked on the calendar and everything. I had it marked on the calendar, looked several times this week at that day on the calendar, which also had several other notes and appointments marked on it, and forgot. So, I’m telling you now. But that’s OK because it doesn’t go stale. If you haven’t read it yet, go do yourself a favor and read it. It’ll save you a couple thousand dollars.

How to waste a boatload of money on your kids with a backyard playset. Parents, I got the answers for you right here. By @OneFunnyMotha
It looked something like this.

Epilog: When we sold our home a few years ago, the new owners had two small boys. They asked if we were going to leave the playset. I nodded and felt relief. I thought, at least someone will get some use out of it.

Like this? Find even funnier stuff in I STILL JUST WANT TO PEE ALONE, the third installment in The New York Times best-selling series from some of the funniest women on the web. What I’m trying to say is, I’m in this book. Buy it, ok? Available on AmazonKindleiTunes and Barnes and Noble. I will love you forever. 

Raising Teens is Hard

But apparently not as hard as being a teen.

20 things that are too hard for teenagers

As my kids have gotten older and more independent, I expected life to get a bit easier. It turns out, though, all the things my kids so zealously wanted to attempt as toddlers and mastered as grader schoolers have now become too difficult for them to perform. It’s a strange reversal. And I started noticing it happening with other kids, too. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. These kids seemed to have lost motor function in most of the muscles in their bodies, but, luckily, their thumbs still work. I’ve also noticed while they appear to have difficulty with most basic tasks, they’ve retained the capability to operate electronics so there’s still hope they may regain lost ground.

I wanted to alert the masses to what might be a new, fast-spreading epidemic without a known cure so I wrote about the symptoms for Club Mid. If you have a teenager you may want to read my piece, 20 Things That Are Too Hard for Teenagers, to see if your child has been afflicted. I also offer some homeopathic remedies that appear to be working. If you notice any other symptoms I have not mentioned please let me know. We need to keep on top of this fast-moving situation.

If you feel me you may want to get my book. I STILL JUST WANT TO PEE ALONE is the third installment in The New York Times best-selling series from some of the funniest women on the web. Get it on AmazonKindleiTunes and Barnes and Noble. I will love you forever. 

photo credit: This is where I don’t sleep. via photopin (license)

My Kid Has a Potty Mouth

And he got it from me.

My Kid Has a Potty Mouth

I would apologize for this, but I’m not all that sorry. It’s something that simply can’t be helped. Cursing to me is like breathing air. It has to be done. It’s for my survival. Believe me, I held off for a very long time – years and years – while my kids were young, but all those pent up profanities, I think, were giving me an ulcer. I needed to let it out. And, today I have on Scary Mommy.

It’s not like I curse at my kids. Ok, fine, sometimes I do. But they deserve it. And, it’s not like I’m saying it’s the right thing to do. It’s just the right thing for me to do. My point being, we’re only human, and sometimes that humaness shows through. In this whole parenting business, I get a lot right. This is just one area I get wrong. So go check it out over on Scary Mommy, and let me know what you think.

Like this? Find even funnier stuff in I STILL JUST WANT TO PEE ALONE, the third installment in The New York Times best-selling series from some of the funniest women on the web. What I’m trying to say is, I’m in this book. Buy it, ok? Get it on AmazonKindleiTunes and Barnes and Noble & I will love you forever. 

What Kind of Monster Forgets to Take 1st Day of School Photos?

*Stares at ground*

I, for one, would never forget such a thing.

Anymore.

On this holiest of holidays, Labor Day, which ushers in the most anticipated day of the year, back to school, I have a post up on Scary Mommy about the high holy day and how I may or may not have forgotten to take 1st day of school photos. Find out for yourselves.

(And, don’t make me look bad. I can’t be the only one. Right?)

I remembered once. Shouldn't that be enough?

I remembered once. Shouldn’t that be enough?

 

Kicking My Kids to The Curb

Coming at you live from Scary Mommy (holla!) my piece on kicking my kids to the curb. Literally. Come September those rug rats are walking themselves to school.

Go on! Git!
Go on! Git! Photo credit: travit via photopin cc

If you’re a long-time reader, you know I already kick my kids to the curb years ago, and my life has been the better for it. But as with all the pieces I write, this one is a timeless classic, and it serves as a good reminder to the other parents out there that they, too, should unburden themselves of their children as early and often as possible. I want to reach out to as many parents as possible with my wisdom and knowledge. Because I’m here to help. So what are you waiting for? Go over and read it.

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