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Parenting

The Imperfect Parent's archive of parenting articles and essays

The Warp Speed Of Sexuality
Sometimes living in the age of sexuality is tiring.
By Lauri Kubuitsile
Sometimes living in the age of sexuality is tiring. Don’t get me wrong; I like sex despite the rumors that my husband may be spreading. There’s just so much of it around. We are swimming in it. And frankly, some of us are drowning. The ubiquitousness and unlimited variety of it is wearing me out. Everything is accepted and -- the worst part really -- expected. When I started out in all this sex business, having sex itself was the risqué part. Sneaking off with sexy Joe V., wearer of the suggestive football jersey number 69, and coming back with a hickey and a serious smile on my face -- that was dangerous, that was cutting edge. I used to set the pace. I was sexually free and loving it. But then I became... read more

To Persevere Through the Darkness
I experienced postpartum depression with not just one pregnancy, but two.
By Anne Myers
Imagine yourself, home just one week with your precious newborn, but that you don’t want... read more

Family Vacations Gone Awry
Sometimes surviving a family vacation takes more than sunscreen and bug repellent.
By Aimee Cirucci
Family vacations are as American as apple pie, and as seasonal as watermelon. As we bask in summer sun,... read more

my-brothers-keeper
A four-year-old's journey into sibling-dom.
By Jessica C.
Could I really blame my oldest son for resenting our brand new blob of joy? After all, my son was... read more

Snack Insanity
This organized snack thing has clearly gotten out of hand.
By Zelda Gorman
The conversation between the softball coach and the parent went like this… Parent:... read more

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Politics/Society

The Imperfect Parent's archive of political and social issues articles and essays

Let Them Eat Cake
Using food stamps and loving it.
By Virginia Munoz
Growing up in a small town in the Northwest, my greatest food concerns were whether Twinkies tasted better frozen and if eating cabbage soup for a week would really erase the memory of those Twinkles from my thighs. Flash forward twenty years and I’m staring into an empty fridge. My children would like me to make grilled cheese sandwiches but we’re out of bread and cheese. No use doing a ‘binner’ where we eat breakfast cereal for dinner because there’s no milk. I quickly discard the idea of making some fresh French bread loaves because there’s no yeast and no oil. So, cataloging the pantry, I see a bag of flour, some spaghetti noodles (no sauce), strawberry jello, and a can of olives. I’m... read more

Red Fish, Blue Fish
A view of Conservative vs. Liberal values in America's classrooms.
By Alan Thomas
Clearly, liberal values nurture children to the pinnacle of their potential, while the effects of... read more

A Call to Arms and Breasts
Are you a Lactivist?
By Stacey Greenberg
When I was in high school, I knew people who stood on the corner across from the mall holding signs that... read more

Environmentalist mom trades principles for convenience
The fall from green grace isn't that far down.
By Suzanne Lafetra
There is practically nothing as hard as caring for a newborn baby, and to have to do it when you... read more

Let's Call It What It Is
Remove the mask of conservative ideology from religion.
By Colleen Floyd
I have a fondness for the Separation of Church and State, but not all people do, and that’s... read more

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Humor

The Imperfect Parent's archive of humor articles and essays

Changing Ronan
A dad's version of a day out with toddler.
By Adam Kane
The two pound nappy was dripping with anticipation. I'd been left at home to mind my fourteen-month old son Ronan who was a real handful. My wife had to go and see a relative who lived four hours away. My mum and my mother-in-law were unavailable to monitor me, so this was going to be my acid test. Me and the kid. I was fine when I had the careful tutorials of the "Big Three", but this would either make me or break me. My wife Tania had left a note with all the instructions typed out, but it read like a disclaimer. The first thing I did was chuck out the note. I didn't need any high tech gadgets to get through this; all I needed was a bit of cunning and some bribes in case he got out of control. The first point of... read more

Ask the Angry Baby
Smelly poop, a nanny's concerns, scabs, and colors

My two-month-old baby is breastfed. Sometimes her stools have an extremely foul smell. She looks well... read more

12 Useful Tips
Don't just throw away that baby spitup.
By Pamela Redmond Satran
12 Useful Things to Do With Baby Spitup 1. Smear it all over those size 6 pants, those ones you barely... read more

Fruitcake and College Girls
Our quest for a babysitter.
By Margee Moore
Babysitters are to a marriage as elephants are to a circus: both would be pretty lame without them.... read more

Memo to Mama
Please review the following talking points.
By Sonia Elabd
M e m o r a n d u m TO: Mama RE: Me Let me get straight to... read more

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Lifestyle

The Imperfect Parent's archive of lifestyle articles and essays

Red, Green and Yellowing
Pretty (reused) paper, pretty (reused) ribbons of blue...
By Christina Deanne
When I was in sixth grade, my mom decided that we should recycle Christmas wrapping. Before you say what a great environmentalist she was, my mother recycled wrapping paper only because she didn't want to buy any. I had to hand wash aluminum foil until it was a wrinkled, shredded ball that it was useless to cover anything. Then I got the pleasure of holding it up, dripping, to get the "okay" to throw it out. I checked Baggies for holes, holding them up from the hot, sudsy water. If it had a pinhole, it was still usable; if it had a larger hole, I had to hold it up for inspection and approval for disposal. We used old margarine containers to store 2 tablespoons of leftover rice for the next night. I never had an Osmond Brothers,... read more

Sugar On My Mind
Why I became a sugar addict, and why my mother is to blame.
By Melanie Springer Mock
One kitchen drawer holds my candy: Sweet Tarts, Sugar Babies, Spree, Gobstoppers. Itís not inconspicuous,... read more

The IP Bookshelf
Hickory Dickory Dock, written and illustrated by Keith Baker

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The IP Bookshelf
Somebody's Always Hungry, by Juliet Johnson; Women Daredevils, written by Julie Cummins, illustrated by Cheryl Harness

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The IP Bookshelf
Physics: Why Matter Matters Written by Dan Green; illustrated by Simon Basher

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"We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection." -- Sidney Poitier