Author: Rebekah Kuschmider

I'm a mother with an over-developed sense of irreverence, ADD, socialist tendencies and a blog. All my opinions are entirely my own and not representative of anything officially sanctioned by my political party, my mother, or arbiters of common sense and good taste.

Shut-down 101

OK, we all know Congress keeps threatening to shut down the government but, for a lot of non-dorks, it’s not clear why. I’m using my status as a dork to explain it here. If some of this sounds like I’m…

Social Conscience

House Republicans unveiled their budget strategy this week and it was…dramatic. I don’t have my arms around most of it yet (and I may never need to since House budget resolutions are notoriously wacky and are usually dramatically revised when…

Trump-ed Up Charges

Every few months, someone pops up and revives the question of President Obama’s country of birth. The correct answer is: the United States. He was born in Hawai’i in 1961. His campaign released his birth certificate in 2008. But that…

25 Books I Love

Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt America: A Guide to Democracy Inaction by the Daily Show writers Bitter is the New Black by Jen Lancaster (all of her books really) Autobiography of an Execution by David R. Dow The Paper Bag…

This Week in WTF

The weird levels in the world have seem a little low this week. I’m expecting an explosion of Massive Eyeball-Spinning Crazy anytime now and to tell the truth, I’m sort of looking forward to it. Meanwhile, here are a few…

Losing

Every day there’s a new story about new or proposed laws – at the state or federal level – to limit women’s access to a full range of reproductive choices. Laws that tread the line of criminalizing miscarriage. Laws that…

Goop-ed

Good GAWD there is nothing going on in the world. Well, there is but it’s all depressing. We’re bombing Libya and Congress still can’t pass a long-term spending bill and Natalie Portman apparently didn’t do all her own dancing in…

25 Things I Never Said Before I Was A Parent

Do you need to poop? Don’t bite your coat. Couches aren’t for jumping. Don’t lick the window of the Metro. Don’t lick the counter at Johnny Rockets. Don’t lick the playground. Don’t lick the snot off your face, let Mommy…

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