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That Time Machine At Your Fingertips. . . .

Mamacita says: I’ve always liked this quotation. I also believe it is absolutely true. I think about it whenever I’m feeling particularly cowardly. It helps me overcome it. Words help me overcome it. I’ve always stood in awe before the power of words. With words, simple words, we can delve into the past and the [...]

Yes, Internet, There IS A Santa Claus.

Mamacita says: It makes me sad that so many parents are not allowing their children to dwell in the world of innocent fantasy.  These parents feel that to allow it is equivalent to lying to their children about what is real and what isn’t. Don’t they understand that to a child, both worlds are real?  [...]

Nuts and Balls

Mamacita says: I’m going to miss the huge shagbark hickory tree in the front yard (we’re moving) but I am so tired of walking on nuts. I’m tired of hearing them flop and fall all over the place. I’m tired of a constant barrage of nuts trying to dent the car. I’m tired of my [...]

Not To Mince Words: Some Parents Are Scum

Mamacita says:  I used to look at my young students every day and wonder what they went home to every night. Sometimes I did know, and my heart broke for them daily. With others, I had no idea. When a child comes to school in rags, shoes held together with tape and rubber bands, it’s [...]

Roast Beef, Grilled Cheese, & Traditions

Mamacita asks:  Where do these family traditions get started? Remember that anecdote about the young bride whose husband asked her why she cut the beef roast in half before she put it in the pan? She told him she did it that way because her mother always did it that way. So the young husband [...]

Where Were You When The Planes Hit?

My tribute to Craig Damian Lilore can be found here. Mamacita says:  I’m guessing that many most bloggers will be posting tributes this weekend, and telling the blogosphere ‘where we were’ when the planes hit the World Trade Center. Here is mine. This is actually the second third fourth fifth sixth seventh time I’ve posted [...]

Helicopter Parents of College Students? You’ve GOT To Be Kidding!

Dear Helicopter Parents of College Students: Your kid is raised. Stop raising him. If he’s still an immature weenie, let life hand him/her some consequences. It’s about time somebody did. Love, Professor MeanJane P.S. Your kid is nineteen years old and still can’t remember to bring a pencil to school. And no, he can’t borrow [...]

Shhh, I Hear Freedom Ringing!

Mamacita says:  Happy Independence Day. And if you do not believe in that, then, Happy Fourth of July. Everyone has a fourth of July. It’s right there between the third and the fifth, so none of your lip now. . . . I was looking at all the black burn marks on the deck today [...]

Potty Mouth, Wiggly Little Boys, Recess, and Reading

“No two people are alike, and both of them are damn glad of it.” Mamacita says:  That’s a quotation; that’s not me saying “damn,” although I frequently occasionally do. I am, to my shame, greatly afflicted with “potty mouth,” and although I managed to control it somewhat while my children were tiny,  it’s back, in [...]

It’s Not My Fault. Pay Me.

Mamacita says:  I first saw this cartoon a few years ago when I was thin and I thought it was funny. Of course, I didn’t know then that it wasn’t a cartoon at all, but an actual documented photo of evil recurring entities, plotting to destroy the self-esteem of a lady who looks a lot [...]