How to date, mate and relate. Mixing race, culture and creed.
Hey BB&W Crew, give a warm welcome to our new resident cartoonist!
Having my vaguely non-Christian children celebrate Easter is like having a vegetarian barbecue. Sure, it’s something you can wrap your head around as a concept, but at the end of the day, in the execution of the thing, the intent plays an enormous role in how it’s both experienced and understood.
If you heart doesn’t melt seeing this, then you are The Grinch.
I told her, “Just be cool. Don’t be a snitch.”
hahaha…”They got the vapors…”
Ah…Barbie is so fun to play with…
Just in case you missed this one…
Check out this HILARIOUS list. OMG…LMAO…
The oldest boy is going to be 13 this year. He hasnâ€™t hit The Change yet as far as I can tell, and as the product years of many years of Catholic socio-emotional sexophobic repression, I may never actually know. Definitive confirmation would require direct asking, which is something weâ€™re trained by the church specifically not to do. This is the same organization that brought you the concepts of â€œimpure thoughtâ€ and â€œthe occasion of sin.â€ Immorality begins at the conception of the idea. There are prophylactics in place, of course. I like to think of confession as a spiritual â€œmorning-after pill,â€ if you will, preventing the zygote of corruption from hatching into the blastocyst of wicked deed, but somehow I doubt the metaphor will make it into the official church brochures.
Iâ€™m not sure what my kids think about me dating women who are not their mother, but Iâ€™ve found it important thus far not to ask. Some things will be between them and their therapists. Iâ€™ve chosen to preemptively respect their doctor-patient confidentiality.