This is me trying to be funny about something that’s the least funny thing that has ever happened: my realization that nothing I have ever believed about parenting is true, and that quite possibly every piece of advice I have ever given about parenting is wrong. And I’ve given a lot of it, because of almost everyone I know, I’ve got the oldest child. Here are little nuggets of wisdom I’ve been spreading around the world that have not produced the results we anticipated, and therefore I feel like I should warn you off of them:

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Summer on December 29th, 2009

I’m not sure how exactly this happened and how we lived through it, but somehow this:

Became this:

Who rode on a bus over 8 hours each way to  protest the war with us in San Francisco when she was 8:

At that protest, Hannah passed out fliers, sold T shirts, and was interviewed for a radio show. [...]

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Summer on November 23rd, 2009

The blog was down for a few days and I don’t know why but I’m sure you all missed me terribly.
I’m  back though, and it appears I’ve also taken a trip in the Way Back machine. My hair is black and burgundy, I’m wearing size 6 jeans with a belt, I don’t have any friends [...]

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Summer on August 23rd, 2009

An excerpt from tonight’s dinner conversation:
This is not a capitalist house. we are not dog eat dog in this house. It’s not every man for himself; we are a collective, we each put in and we each take out. Right now the resources you’re using do not balance out with the work you’re putting in, [...]

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Summer on June 25th, 2009

Last week the heavens moved, a beam of light shone down upon my daughter, and for the first time in …..ever, she had no restrictions and a reasonable curfew. I thought I was very clever, setting the curfew at 11 even though Michael fought tooth and nail to get it to 10. My flawless logic [...]

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