Back before Christmas, a friend’s younger daughter had an emotional breakdown, and it was late January before her mental health could be called anything like stable. She’s eleven, and, like Caroline, is fighting hormones. But in addition to enduring that
pre-pubescent nightmare- hell, this kid has been through some major life upheavals lately. It’s not hard to see why she’s been struggling.
But she’s not the only one. As soon as the daughter’s needs became impossible to keep wholly private, her mother, my friend, was the target of a hundred thousand attacks. I’m not talking about abstract ‘mom wars’ snipes here.… Read the rest
A few days ago, I read an excellent article about how to be a good parent. Mere hours later, and courtesy of my Facebook timeline, I read another excellent article that said exactly the opposite. Shortly, it became clear that one of the most important things I could do as a blogger was publish my own parenting advice. And since I’m such a good fucking parent, I didn’t feel any need to research this shit. After all, the people whose advice I had read hadn’t done so either, and their page views were in the quadzillions. (I’m sure this had nothing to do with their pieces appearing on HuffPo and the like.) So. Without further ado, I bring you the Jester’s Guide to Parenting.