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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 [...]

No-Bake Cookies, Again? Your Wish Is My Command

Mamacita says:  Hot weather must have arrived for good because I’ve had a kazillion (rough estimate) requests for the NoBake Cookies recipe, so here is the one I use. Please bear in mind that I do not use actual measuring spoons for recipes I use a lot. ======= NoBake Cookies Put the following in a [...]

Back Off – Your Kids Don’t Need An Adult Best Friend

Mamacita says:  I can remember being really little, and I can remember my parents playing with me. (Those are my parents; aren’t they pretty?) They played with me whenever they could, but it wasn’t very often. I can remember Mom sitting on the floor, playing paper dolls with us, and showing us how to dress [...]

Frog, Frogs, Arlo & Susie, The Frog Prince, and Me

Mamacita says:  Sometimes I wonder how I ever decided to become a teacher, what with my lower-than-low opinion of people who aren’t interested in lifelong learning, my intolerance and complete disdain of willful ignorance, my disregard of any rule that I personally find stupid, and my total lack of interest in staying inside any kind [...]

Quotation Saturday, on Sunday: Mothers

Mamacita says:  This Sunday will be, appropriately enough, a day filled with mothers.  Mine, my sisters, my niece, grandmothers, aunts, daughters, cousins, me. . . . all mothers, and several of them more than one KIND of mother.  (no, not THAT kind of mother.  Perhaps you were thinking of YOUR family?)  Many mothers. Once upon [...]

The Queen’s “We” Loves Morel Mushrooms

Mamacita says:  It’s that time again.  That’s right; it’s finals week. Oh wait, that wasn’t what I meant to say. It’s that time again.  The morel mushrooms are here. My husband still speaks wistfully of the day he and the kids visited his step-grandmother Margaret (she whom John Dillinger once tried to carjack. . . [...]

April is Poetry Month: William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this [...]