The potential for horror and anarchy lurks behind every great children’s book. I’ve read many a seemingly sweet bedtime story with the sense of something more hidden beneath the surface, a gritty underbelly threatening to break through, causing everything to descend into madness. It’s up to those of us with particularly twisted minds to stare into this […]
The House on East 88th Street, by Bernard Waber Then: Wow! A pet crocodile who lives in the bathtub! Fun! I wish I had one! Now: That’s what I call a tragedy waiting to happen. Isn’t this already a show on TLC? This book should have been titled, Oh, the Health Codes You’ll Violate! Pippi […]
I still love children’s books. Give me a book by David Macaulay to pore over or a chance to revisit my favorite Berenstain Bears books and I’ll be quite content—provided cookies and a snuggly blanket are also factored into the equation. Because, hey, a girl’s got to eat. Also, snuggle. Apparently. The books we read as […]
Nothing brings me greater joy than watching my toddler son interact with my infant daughter. He’s gentle. He’s sweet. He’s nurturing and kind. That’s not to say he doesn’t occasionally crash a toy truck into her leg, but, hey, the sibling dynamic is all about balance. It wasn’t always like this. When my mini man […]
