As much as it pains my Brooklyn heart to say this, this little video from a couple of cool Portland parents might just score extra points in the Portland vs. Brooklyn battle. These guys made a shot-for-shot remake of the Beastie Boys’ iconic Spike Jonze-directed video “Sabotage,” starring their own children. Brooklyn, I believe you’ve been one-upped. [Portland Mercury]
Are you ready for Mother’s Day? No? Here are a few gift ideas if you need some last-minute help! Thank you for tweeting and emailing us the lessons your mother taught you — but don’t forget to tell her this Sunday!
It might be maternal instincts, it might be years of parenting experience, it might be magic–we’re not sure how it works, but we’ve noticed that mothers know things that other people don’t. We put our heads together and came up with 10 random things that every mother seems to know. Check out our list, and please add your own pieces of magical mom knowledge in the comments! Keep reading »
I think I can pinpoint when it happened, when I became a caretaker. My parents started having irreparable marital problems when I was 19 (they divorced when I was 20), directly brought on by a drug problem my dad had, somewhat suddenly, developed. One night when I was home from college for the summer, when it still wasn’t clear whether my dad would clean up his act or if my mom would be forced to leave him, they were sitting around the dinner table with a family friend who had stepped in as a sort of mediator. I was sitting in a chair in the living room, watching them. Keep reading »
Six-year-old Drew Cox’s father was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, and the young boy wanted to do something to help his sick dad. So he decided to run a lemonade stand, selling cups for 25 cents a pop. Word spread about Drew and his dad, and friends from around the community showed up to support. One person even donated $5,000 to the cause. At the end of the day, Drew made more than $10,000 for his father. Just try not shedding a little eye water at this touching story. [KLTV]
I spend an hour a week in therapy. When I’m not working through current traumas, like that woman who gave me the stink-eye at the grocery store, I am stuck firmly in the past. Yes, I lived through many scarring childhood experiences from which I thought I’d never recover. There was the time in 9th grade when this jerk in Earth Sciences put tape in my hair. And every single time my mother shouted “Leave the door open!” after me when I went to hang out in my bedroom with a boy.
But for you, dear Frisky readers, I have decided to enact a spiritual sage-burning of the blogger variety and admit there are some things I just need to get over. What follows are the scarring childhood experiences that I, along with the rest of the Frisky staff, are finally ready to put past us… Keep reading »
The holidays suck extra hard when you’re trying to cope with the loss of a family member, even if you’re not a Grinch by nature. However you define your family, once someone that was an integral part of your warm and fuzzy celebrations is missing, winter brings a feeling of doom and gloom that all the vitamin D in the world can’t fix. Keep reading »
Ah, Thanksgiving: a day of gratitude, binge eating, and togetherness. Unfortunately, that whole “togetherness” thing doesn’t always go so smoothly. We all know to avoid inflammatory topics like religion and politics when convening with far-flung family members, but what happens when seemingly innocuous subjects cause tempers to flare and awkward silence to follow? To help you prepare for the worst, here’s a list of seven neutral conversation starters to try this Thanksgiving — and what to do if things turn bad…
My parents had only two rules for my brothers and me when we were growing up:
1. Don’t become a Republican.
2. Don’t join the military.
So you can imagine everyone’s shock and confusion when my fiercely liberal brother Corwin announced that he had enlisted in the Marines.
Like most freshman wives, I assumed that my mother-in-law (MIL) and I would enjoy an affable relationship, for she is no monster-in-law Jane Fonda and I am certainly no J.Lo daughter-in-law (DIL). I mean, why wouldn’t we be as close as bona fide mother and daughter? We are intelligent, respectful and kind women who care deeply for the same man. My naiveté conjured images of us laughing over tea together, trading recipes and wrinkle secrets, and bragging to anyone who would listen how we were best of friends.
One year later, that idealistic notion of a legitimate mother-daughter relationship is laughable and overrated at best. If I had a time machine, I would go back and hunt for the ultimate handbook on how to handle MILs from A-Z and read it top to bottom with a highlighter. No one warned me about the multifaceted nature and complexities of a MIL/DIL relationship. Nor did I realize the toll it would take on my marriage.
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